A Calendar Of Sonnets: January

O Winter! frozen pulse and heart of fire,
What loss is theirs who from thy kingdom turn
Dismayed, and think thy snow a sculptured urn
Of death! Far sooner in midsummer tire
The streams than under ice. June could not hire
Her roses to forego the strength they learn
In sleeping on thy breast. No fires can burn
The bridges thou dost lay where men desire
In vain to build.
O Heart, when Love's sun goes
To northward, and the sounds of singing cease,
Keep warm by inner fires, and rest in peace.
Sleep on content, as sleeps the patient rose.
Walk boldly on the white untrodden snows,
The winter is the winter's own release.

by Helen Hunt Jackson

Comments (15)

Has anyone else noticed that PoemHunter keeps choosing the same poems for poem of the day that was used in a previous year on that same day? Notice that every single comment so far about this poem was made on 14 November, first in 2006, then 2007,2008,2009, then a gap to 2014. Aren't there any real people there at PoemHunter that can actually read poems and pick some new ones for poem of the day that haven't been used before? Or is PoemHunter just a huge bank of computers there in Paris? (You did know that PoemHunter was based in Paris, didn't you? That the website is run by a bunch of Frenchmen (or maybe French computers) trying to run a website in English, which probably accounts for their grammar mistakes on some of the pages. There! Got that of my chest!
I love this sonnet, the flow of langauge and the rich poetic images.
Finest words in beautiful sonnet and wonderful poem it is.
nice sonnet with its flow- O Winter! frozen pulse and heart of fire,
Oh, one potentially relevant follow-up point: poems. I believe that any feelings that arise from poems come from logically processing (aka reading and ruminating on) words, which are, after all, what poems themselves are made of, not actual, real experiences (although they may be 'about' them, and reading a poem is an actual, real experience) . Both the 'content' of poems (the underlying ideas, themes, emotions attempting to be expressed) , and the 'form' of poems (the specific words selected that may affect us on a 'visceral', or 'emotional' level) , need to be processed in our minds before we can feel the emotions the poet wishes to evoke in us.
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