To Winter

O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors:
The north is thine; there hast thou built thy dark
Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs,
Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.'
He hears me not, but o'er the yawning deep
Rides heavy; his storms are unchain'd, sheathèd
In ribbèd steel; I dare not lift mine eyes,
For he hath rear'd his sceptre o'er the world.

Lo! now the direful monster, whose 1000 skin clings
To his strong bones, strides o'er the groaning rocks:
He withers all in silence, and in his hand
Unclothes the earth, and freezes up frail life.

He takes his seat upon the cliffs,--the mariner
Cries in vain. Poor little wretch, that deal'st
With storms!--till heaven smiles, and the monster
Is driv'n yelling to his caves beneath mount Hecla.

by William Blake

Comments (7)

The narration of winter and it's dread is superb and realistic. Thanks for sharing.
No whimpering or simpering sweet nothings are whispered in his poem, William Blake sees winter as a strong unforgiving adversary. We must acknowledge the brute strength of the seasons- it's not all sparkling sunlike and pansies! - - - - - - - - - - Lo! now the direful monster, whose 1000 skin clings To his strong bones, strides o'er the groaning rocks: He withers all in silence, and in his hand Unclothes the earth, and freezes up frail life.
I like that! it's vary truthfull and it brings me back when I first met winter myself. It's makes me want to have that feeling about winter and just spread out my words to everybody. Good job!
..........a fabulous poem penned so nicely...winter is a charming season to enjoy a warm place with someone special ★
What a nice and truthful poem about Winter's power by William Blake!
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