Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | December 5, 2008

POEM OF THE DAY: To Winter

by Claude McKay (1889 — 1948).

 

To Winter

 

Stay, season of calm love and soulful snows!

There is a subtle sweetness in the sun,

The ripples on the stream’s breast gaily run,

The wind more boisterously by me blows,

And each succeeding day now longer grows.                                       5

The birds a gladder music have begun,

The squirrel, full of mischief and of fun,

From maples’ topmost branch the brown twig throws.

I read these pregnant signs, know what they mean:                        

I know that thou art making ready to go.                                             10

Oh stay! I fled a land where fields are green

Always, and palms wave gently to and fro,

And winds are balmy, blue brooks ever sheen,

To ease my heart of its impassioned woe.

 

Notes:

http://www.english.uiuc.edu/maps/poets/m_r/mckay/mckay.htm

http://www.nathanielturner.com/claudemckay.htm


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