Winter : 25 Poems For Kids : : Various Poets : : Winter Poems : :

Poems written by great poets have deep meanings and can transport children into another world. Reading poems also helps develop children’s vocabulary and language skills. Read these poems aloud with your child over a hot bowl of soup and by the fireside in winter. : : : :

February Twilight
by
Sara Teasdale


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I stood beside a hill
Smooth with new-laid snow,
A single star looked out
From the cold evening glow.

There was no other creature
That saw what I could see—
I stood and watched the evening star
As long as it watched me


Sara Teasdale (1884 – 1933)

The First Sleigh-Ride
O happy time of fleecy rime
And falling flakes, and O
The glad surprise in the baby eyes
That never saw the snow!

Down shining ways the flying sleighs
Go jingling by, and see!
Beside the gate, the horses wait
And neigh for you and me!

—Sara Teasdale

Places [III. Winter Sun]
There was a bush with scarlet berries,
And there were hemlocks heaped with snow,
With a sound like surf on long sea-beaches
They took the wind and let it go.
The hills were shining in their samite,
Fold after fold they flowed away;”
Let come what may,” your eyes were saying,
“At least we two have had to-day.”

—Sara Teasdale

The Frosted Pane
When I wakened, very early,
All my window-pane was pearly
With a sparkling little picture traced in lines of shining white;
Some magician with a gleaming
Frosty brush, while I was dreaming,
Must have come and by the starlight worked through all the quiet night.

He had painted frosty people,
And a frosty church and steeple,
And a frosty bridge and river tumbling over frosty rocks;
Frosty mountain peaks that glimmered,
And fine frosty ferns that shimmered,
And a frosty little pasture full of frosty little flocks.

It was all touched in so lightly
And it glittered, oh, so whitely,
That I gazed and gazed in wonder at the lovely painted pane;
Then the sun rose high and higher
With his wand of golden fire
Till, alas, my picture vanished and I looked for it in vain!

—Evaleen Stein


Winter Time
Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,
A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;
Blinks but an hour or two; and then,
A blood-red orange sets again.

Before the stars have left the skies,
At morning in the dark I rise;
And shivering in my nakedness,
By the cold candle, bathe and dress.

Close by the jolly fire I sit
To warm my frozen bones a bit;
Or with a reindeer-sled, explore
The colder countries round the door.

When to go out, my nurse doth wrap
Me in my comforter and cap;
The cold wind burns my face, and blows
Its frosty pepper up my nose.

Black are my steps on silver sod;
Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;
And tree and house, and hill and lake,
Are frosted like a wedding cake.

—Robert Louis Stevenson

Picture Books In Winter
Summer fading, winter comes—
Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs,
Window robins, winter rooks,
And the picture story-books.

Water now is turned to stone
Nurse and I can walk upon;
Still, we find the flowing brooks
In the picture story-books.

All the pretty things put by,
Wait upon the children’s eye,
Sheep and shepherds, trees and crooks,
In the picture story-books.

We may see how all things are
Seas and cities, near and far,
And the flying fairies’ looks,
In the picture story-books.

How am I to sing your praise,
Happy chimney-corner days,
Sitting safe in nursery nooks,
Reading picture story-books?

—Robert Louis Stevenson

Snowflakes
Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent and soft and slow
Descends the snow.

Even as our cloudy fancies take
Suddenly shape in some divine expression,
Even as the troubled heart doth make
In the white countenance confession,
The troubled sky reveals
The grief it feels.

This is the poem of the air,
Slowly in silent syllables recorded;
This is the secret of despair,
Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded,
Now whispered and revealed
To wood and field.

—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Winter You Have Come
Winter, winter you have come,
Very cold has the weather become.
There is snow in the northern places,
Many things on earth it replaces.
I wonder how snow feels like,
but to see snow, I might have to hike.
It’s very cold at night,
So, hot chocolate is a delight.
The night is long, and the days are short,
And frozen is the port.
Bears and frogs are having their sweet dreams,
While I am sitting near a pot that is steaming.
Winter, winter you have come,
Very cold has the weather become.

—Rudra A

Five Little Snowflakes
One little snowflake with nothing to do.
Along came another and
Then there were two.

Two little snowflakes laughing with me.
Along came another, and
Then there were three.

Three little snowflakes looking for some more.
Along came another, and
Then there were four.

Four little snowflakes dancing a jive.
Along came another, and
Then there were five.

Five little snowflakes having so much fun.
Out came the sun, and
Then there were none!

—Leanne Guenther

Poems written by great poets have dee

After the Winter
Claude McKay – 1889-1948


Some day, when trees have shed their leaves
And against the morning’s white
The shivering birds beneath the eaves
Have sheltered for the night,
We’ll turn our faces southward, love,
Toward the summer isle
Where bamboos spire to shafted grove
And wide-mouthed orchids smile.

And we will seek the quiet hill
Where towers the cotton tree,
And leaps the laughing crystal rill,
And works the droning bee.
And we will build a cottage there
Beside an open glade,
With black-ribbed blue-bells blowing near,
And ferns that never fade.

Snow Song
Frank Dempster Sherman



Over valley, over hill,
Hark, the shepherd piping shrill!
Driving all the white flocks forth
From the far folds of the North.
Blow, Wind, blow ;
Weird melodies you play,
Following your flocks that go
Across the world to-day.

How they hurry, how they crowd
When they hear the music loud I
Grove and lane and meadow full
Sparkle with their shining wool.
Blow, Wind, blow
Until the forests ring:
Teach the eaves the tunes you know,
And make the chimney sing!

Hither, thither, up and down
Every highway of the town,
Huddling close, the white flocks all
Gather at the shepherd s call.
Blow, Wind, blow
Upon your pipes of joy;
All your sheep the flakes of snow
And you their shepherd boy!

Sounds of the Winter
Walt Whitman – 1819-1892


Sounds of the winter too,
Sunshine upon the mountains—many a distant strain
From cheery railroad train—from nearer field, barn, house
The whispering air—even the mute crops, garner’d apples, corn,
Children’s and women’s tones—rhythm of many a farmer and of flail,
And old man’s garrulous lips among the rest, Think not we give out yet,
Forth from these snowy hairs we keep up yet the lilt.

When the Year Grows Old
Edna St. Vincent Millay – 1892-1950


I cannot but remember
When the year grows old—
October—November—
How she disliked the cold!

She used to watch the swallows
Go down across the sky,
And turn from the window
With a little sharp sigh.

And often when the brown leaves
Were brittle on the ground,
And the wind in the chimney
Made a melancholy sound,

She had a look about her
That I wish I could forget—
The look of a scared thing
Sitting in a net!

Oh, beautiful at nightfall
The soft spitting snow!
And beautiful the bare boughs
Rubbing to and fro!

But the roaring of the fire,
And the warmth of fur,
And the boiling of the kettle
Were beautiful to her!

I cannot but remember
When the year grows old—
October—November—
How she disliked the cold!

“When the Year Grows Old” was published in Millay’s book Renascence and Other Poems ( M. Kennerley, 1917 )

Woods in Winter
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow – 1807-1882


When winter winds are piercing chill,
And through the hawthorn blows the gale,
With solemn feet I tread the hill,
That overbrows the lonely vale.

O’er the bare upland, and away
Through the long reach of desert woods,
The embracing sunbeams chastely play,
And gladden these deep solitudes.

Where, twisted round the barren oak,
The summer vine in beauty clung,
And summer winds the stillness broke,
The crystal icicle is hung.

Where, from their frozen urns, mute springs
Pour out the river’s gradual tide,
Shrilly the skater’s iron rings,
And voices fill the woodland side.

Alas! how changed from the fair scene,
When birds sang out their mellow lay,
And winds were soft, and woods were green,
And the song ceased not with the day!

But still wild music is abroad,
Pale, desert woods! within your crowd;
And gathering winds, in hoarse accord,
Amid the vocal reeds pipe loud.

Chill airs and wintry winds! my ear
Has grown familiar with your song;
I hear it in the opening year,
I listen, and it cheers me long

The Snow Storm
Ralph Waldo Emerson – 1803-1882



Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o’er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air
Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven,
And veils the farmhouse at the garden’s end.
The sled and traveler stopped, the courier’s feet
Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit
Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed
In a tumultuous privacy of storm.

Come see the north wind’s masonry.
Out of an unseen quarry evermore
Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer
Curves his white bastions with projected roof
Round every windward stake, or tree, or door.
Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work
So fanciful, so savage, nought cares he
For number or proportion. Mockingly,
On coop or kennel he hangs Parian wreaths;
A swan-like form invests the hidden thorn;
Fills up the farmer’s lane from wall to wall,
Maugre the farmer’s sighs; and, at the gate,
A tapering turret overtops the work.
And when his hours are numbered, and the world
Is all his own, retiring, as he were not,
Leaves, when the sun appears, astonished Art
To mimic in slow structures, stone by stone,
Built in an age, the mad wind’s night-work,
The frolic architecture of the snow

There’s a certain Slant of light (258)
Emily Dickinson – 1830-1886


There’s a certain Slant of light,
Winter Afternoons –
That oppresses, like the Heft
Of Cathedral Tunes –

Heavenly Hurt, it gives us –
We can find no scar,
But internal difference,
Where the Meanings, are –

None may teach it – Any –
‘Tis the Seal Despair –
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the Air –

When it comes, the Landscape listens –
Shadows – hold their breath –
When it goes, ’tis like the Distance
On the look of Death –


London Snow
Robert Bridges – 1844-1930


When men were all asleep the snow came flying,
In large white flakes falling on the city brown,
Stealthily and perpetually settling and loosely lying,
Hushing the latest traffic of the drowsy town;
Deadening, muffling, stifling its murmurs failing;
Lazily and incessantly floating down and down:
Silently sifting and veiling road, roof and railing;
Hiding difference, making unevenness even,
Into angles and crevices softly drifting and sailing.
All night it fell, and when full inches seven
It lay in the depth of its uncompacted lightness,
The clouds blew off from a high and frosty heaven;
And all woke earlier for the unaccustomed brightness
Of the winter dawning, the strange unheavenly glare:
The eye marvelled—marvelled at the dazzling whiteness;
The ear hearkened to the stillness of the solemn air;
No sound of wheel rumbling nor of foot falling,
And the busy morning cries came thin and spare.
Then boys I heard, as they went to school, calling,
They gathered up the crystal manna to freeze
Their tongues with tasting, their hands with snowballing;
Or rioted in a drift, plunging up to the knees;
Or peering up from under the white-mossed wonder,
“O look at the trees!” they cried, “O look at the trees!”
With lessened load a few carts creak and blunder,
Following along the white deserted way,
A country company long dispersed asunder:
When now already the sun, in pale display
Standing by Paul’s high dome, spread forth below
His sparkling beams, and awoke the stir of the day.
For now doors open, and war is waged with the snow;
And trains of sombre men, past tale of number,
Tread long brown paths, as toward their toil they go:
But even for them awhile no cares encumber
Their minds diverted; the daily word is unspoken,
The daily thoughts of labor and sorrow slumber
At the sight of the beauty that greets them, for the charm they have broken.

Winter Blue Jay
Sara Teasdale – 1884-1933


Crisply the bright snow whispered,
Crunching beneath our feet;
Behind us as we walked along the parkway,
Our shadows danced,
Fantastic shapes in vivid blue.
Across the lake the skaters
Flew to and fro,
With sharp turns weaving
A frail invisible net.
In ecstasy the earth
Drank the silver sunlight;
In ecstasy the skaters
Drank the wine of speed;
In ecstasy we laughed
Drinking the wine of love.
Had not the music of our joy
Sounded its highest note?
But no,
For suddenly, with lifted eyes you said,
“Oh look!”
There, on the black bough of a snow flecked maple,
Fearless and gay as our love,
A bluejay cocked his crest!
Oh who can tell the range of joy
Or set the bounds of beauty?

As You Like It, Act II, Scene VII [Blow, blow, thou winter wind]
William Shakespeare – 1564-1616


Lord Amiens, a musician, sings before Duke Senior’s company


Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man’s ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.
Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then, heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.

Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That does not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As friend remembered not.
Heigh-ho! sing . . .

Winter : Anne Hunter : : Winter Poems : :

Anne Hunter (née Home) (1742 – 1821) : : Born March 17, 1742 Waterford – January 7 , 1821 London : : Known for Poetry , Blue Stockings : : Romantic poet and lyricist Anne Hunter was the daughter of the military surgeon Robert Home. She married the famous London surgeon John Hunter and they had four children, two of whom died in infancy. Their home was a center of literary and intellectual life, and they often hosted gatherings for leading public figures, including members of the Bluestockings group. : : She is remembered mostly for the texts to at least nine of Joseph Haydn’s 14 songs in English . Her early piece, “Adieu ye streams that softly glide,” was published in two songbooks, The Lark (1765) and The Charmer (1765). She collaborated with the composer Franz Joseph Haydn on several projects, contributing the lyrics for his Six Original Canzonettas (1794), some of the lyrics for his Second Set of Canzonettas (1795), and the words for two of his songs, “The Spirit’s Song” and “O Tuneful Voice.” : : Hunter began to publish her poetry anonymously in the 1790s, and later published two collections, Poems (1802) and The Sports of the Genii (1804), as Mrs. John Hunter. Many of her poems are ballads, odes, or songs exploring romantic and domestic themes. : :
Falling Tower ( Of Humanity ) Illustrative picture with metal wreaking Ball smashing in its centre.
“See from its centre bends the rifted tower,

Threat’ning the lowly vale with frowning pride, 6

O’er the scared flocks that seek its sheltering side, 7

A fearful ruin o’er their heads to pour.” 8 : : : : Ruined temple, falling bell tower, the concept of loss of faith.
Drop Tower Of Snow ! ! ! !
House being engulfed by the snow Blizzard.
Snow Storm : Aftermath.
A man walks through a snow blizzard past heavily damaged buildings in the old town of Iraq’s northern city Mosul on February 10, 2020. (Photo by Zaid via Getty images.
Winter snow storm.
Icicles Chain Across the vast landscape.

Winter
BY ANNE HUNTER
Behold the gloomy tyrant’s awful form
Binding the captive earth in icy chains; 2
His chilling breath sweeps o’er the watery plains,
Howls in the blast, and swells the rising storm. 4

See from its centre bends the rifted tower,
Threat’ning the lowly vale with frowning pride, 6
O’er the scared flocks that seek its sheltering side,
A fearful ruin o’er their heads to pour. 8

While to the cheerful hearth and social board 9
Content and ease repair, the sons of want 10
Receive from niggard fate their pittance scant; 11
And where some shed bleak covert may afford, 12
Wan poverty, amidst her meagre host 13
Casts round her haggard eyes, and shivers at the frost. 14

Anne Hunter’s ‘Winter’ is a short poem with two quatrains and one sestet. ( 4 + 4+ 6 = 14 lines ) The first two stanzas loosely follow the rhyming pattern of abba cddc , while the sestet is made up of full and half end rhymes that only partially correspond with one another.: : Winter is personified as a “gloomy tyrant” ( line 1 ) who with only his “chilling breath” can create vast storms that cover the “watery plains.” : It is with this power that he freezes the world every year, casting countless people’s lives ( the poorest among us ) miserable .: : : :

“Behold the gloomy tyrant’s awful form

Binding the captive earth in icy chains;

His chilling breath sweeps o’er the watery plains,

Howls in the blast, and swells the rising storm.” : : : : 1 ST Stanza : : lines 1 To 4 : :

The “awful” and “gloomy tyrant ” is so powerful , merciless , and dreadful that he can “Bind” the earth through the ‘downright force’ of his snowing and icy chains ( line 2 ), and lock down all the life on the planet, with “icy chains” at his will. He can create vast storms that cover the “watery plains.”( line 4 ) : “His chilling breath sweeps o’er the watery plains,”( line 3 ) “Howls the blast, and swells the rising storm.” ( line 4 ) Meaning , his roaring gust ( blowing strong current of air ) , and swells the rising” storm” : that is : ( rains , hails and snows hard and be very windy , often with thunder and lightning ) : : All these violent behaviour tyrannise the people living in the vast landscape. No one could give him such absolute power. Who is he to exercise such unyielding / stubborn power in a cruel way ? Because of his violent activities AT HIS WILL , he is indeed a ” gloomy tyrant”. : : : :

“See from its centre bends the rifted tower,

Threat’ning the lowly vale with frowning pride, 6

O’er the scared flocks that seek its sheltering side, 7

A fearful ruin o’er their heads to pour.” 8 : : Stanza 2 : : lines 5 To 8 : : : :

The “centre” of the storm that is washing over this landscape and to a “rifted tower.” ( line 5 ) : : Here , the “tower” represents ‘Humanity’ whose face becomes split or broken off. That is why it is called as ” RIFTED TOWER” : which is BENT and is said to be leaning with a “frowning pride.”( line 6 ) The curve of the buildings is evocative dis -pleasing / frown and “the scared flocks seek sheltering” ( line 7) below it : Meaning it has become a suitable “side” ( line 7 ) for the groups of animals like birds, sheeps and goats as well as the groups of desperate people ( in all together “flocks” ) of the landscape under the tyranny of this “winter storm”: All scared “flocks” : : “fearful ruin” is on the brink of / on the verge of “pour”ing “o’er their heads” ( line 8 ) : Meaning , the people are pouring out ( that is running / gathering to a sheltering place , in large numbers ) of “A fearful ruin” : that is , a devastation and destruction brought out by the tyrannical stormy winter. : : The “rifted tower”is being blown, and further weakened by the winds of “Winter” and is leaning over a “vale.” : : the bending in the tower is ” threat’ning the lowly vale” ( line 6 ) Meaning , there is no safety of the scared flocks gathering for a shelter to this side which itself is having a long depression in the surface of the land where it is standing and now threatening with its bending & leaning and can fall off anytime !? : : : :

” While to the cheerful hearth and social board 9

Content and ease repair, the sons of want 10

Receive from niggard fate their pittance scant; 11

And where some shed bleak covert may afford, 12

Wan poverty, amidst her meagre host 13

Casts round her haggard eyes, and shivers at the frost.” 14 : : : : Sestet of 6 lines : 9 To 14 : : Stanza 3 : : : :

A Word “social board” indicates well to do, and/ or Fortunate, Organised People, who in this poem, are shown gathered before the “cheerful hearth”( line 9 ), A ‘fire side’ where they sat and warmed themselves before the fire 🔥 amongst their family and friends. : : ” the sons of want” ( line 10 ) are the people, who are accountable to their physical circumstances, and to whom, the coming of winter, means an increase of suffering. They are the deficient ‘storm victims’ wanting shelter, food, courtesy and strength to go on with their living. Needing something that is absent or unavailable for them , in the devastating impacts of worsening situations. They do not have homes, wealth, or the ability to gain these things due to their circumstances. For these unfortunate people their Fate is “niggard fate” Meaning ‘unwilling to give or spend’ on them And only thing they “Receive from niggard fate their pittance scant” ( line 11 ) : Meaning they work all day for a mere pittance ; that is insufficient or an ‘inadequate payment’ often deliberately , which is “scant” : less than the correct , legal or full amount.: : : An ideation , the Poet / Speaker presents in line 12 , is “bleak”: “covert can afford” as a covering to Shelter which is in -hospitable and hopeless , but finds a way that “Wan poverty , amidst her meager host” : ( line 13 ) : wan poverty informs us their pale & sickly condition , lacking vitality from illness , and unhappiness , which “casts round her haggard eyes” ( line 14 ) : Meaning , her host , that is Shelter – Keeper is deficient or lacking in resources , and hence , scarcely meeting with supplying their needs or demands. The “haggard eyes”are suggestive of the care – worn , condition of very thin body and face , resultant from disease , hunger and cold. : : The last words about : : “Wan poverty” in the poem , “Winter” : ” and shivers in the frost.” ( line 14 ) : is ‘shaking as from the freezing cold.’ thrown forcefully by the “Winter” : : Do you call this Winter , ‘A Tyrant’ Or ‘The Seasonal Changes’ !? : : : : :

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Sampoong Department Store collapse Seoul : S. Korea : On June 29, 1995, the Sampoong Department Store in Seoul, South Korea, collapsed due to a structural failure. The collapse killed 502 people and injured 937, making it the largest peacetime disaster in South Korean history: Sentences: Lee Joon, 10.5 years in prison (later reduced to 7.5 years)
Lee Han-sang, 7 years in prison.: :The original plan called for a large four-storey apartment complex. After work had already begun, owner Lee Joon, in the first of many ill-considered decisions, switched the project from a residential one to a commercial one, a conversion which necessitated the removal of support columns to make room for escalators. When the contractors balked at this, Lee exchanged them for a more obedient in-house crew.building of this size entirely as a department store went against zoning regulations, which Lee circumvented by ordering the addition of a skating rink on an originally unplanned-for fifth floor. Later ,he again changed his mind once again, turning it into a gallery of restaurants heated by a system of under-floor hot-water pipes, increasing the stress on the already overburdened columns remaining. The air-conditioning machinery was installed on top , wrongly . Tonnes of additional weight like 45 Tonnes unbearabl. And opened up cracks that widened each and every morning the air conditioners clicked on and vibrated to life over the next two years. Lee refused to evacuate the day’s unusually large and lucrative shopping crowd, and so in the store they remained at 5:52 pm, when the air-conditioning units fell through the roof and the support columns gave way, resulting in the deadliest building collapse since antiquity More than 500 people died in the Sampoong Department Store – not because of a gas explosion or a North Korean bomb (two early suspicions) – but because of sheer negligence in construction and maintenance of a building not yet six years old.the shameful strain, & reckless corner-cutting, bribery and irresponsibility had become endemic in a society desperate to develop. Loss of sensibility is more than an obstacle to the show of prosperity. : : An important lesson to other cities urbanising at such an impressive pace. Constructions become symbol of advancement of development & culture. But in wrong manners & following I’ll considered series of wrong decisions by authorities & technocrats. : : It was the deadliest non-deliberate modern building collapse until the 2013 Rana Plaza factory collapse in Bangladesh.
2013 Rana Plaza factory collapse : side view : on 24 April 2013 in the Savar Upazila of Dhaka District, Bangladesh, where an eight-story commercial building called Rana Plaza collapsed.a death toll of 1,134.[2] Approximately 2,500 injured people were rescued. owners ignored warnings to avoid using the building after cracks had appeared the day before. Garment workers were ordered to return the following day and the building collapsed during the morning rush-hour.was built on a filled-in pond which compromised structural integrity , Conversion from commercial use to industrial use, Addition of four floors above the original permit, use of substandard construction material (which led to an overload of the building structure aggravated by vibrations due to the generators and heavy industrialised machinery of garment factory, dubious business practices by Sohel Rana and dubious administrative practices are some direct reasons of cause of collapse.
Chinese workers search for victims in the rubble of the workers quarters of a bridge construction project which collapsed in a snowstorm in Zhengzhou in central China’s Henan province on November 14, 2009. At least 38 people have died in some of the worst snowstorms to hit northern China in decades, leaving up to one million people in need of some form of disaster assistance, state media reported. CHINA OUT AFP PHOTO/ via Getty images

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Two illegally constructed high-rise buildings in Noida were demolished on August 28 , 2022.. The 100-metre-high twin towers were brought down in seconds, creating a huge cloud of dust.The demolition was carried out using 3,700 kg of explosives..Over 5,000 people from Emerald Court and ATS Village societies were evacuated before the demolition of the twin towers.The demolition exercise took place under a ₹ 100 crore insurance policy. This should cover damage to adjacent buildings, if any. The premium and other costs have to be borne by Supertech. While the demolition project may cost upwards of ₹ 20 crore, the loss of the towers – skeletal as they were – is estimated at more than ₹ 50 crore.
Leaning Tower Of Pisa, Italy in 2022.
Leaning Tower Of Pissa, Italy & a cyclist bending on his fast cycling: illustrative picture.
A man leaps to his death from a fire and smoke filled Tower One of the World Trade Center September 11, 2001 in New York City after terrorists crashed two hijacked passenger planes into the twin towers. (Photo by Jose Jimenez/Primera Hora/Getty Images)
Freefall in the Hasenheide
15 May 2022, Berlin: The gondola of a freefall tower hurtles down at the May Days in Volkspark Hasenheide. (Shot with long exposure) Photo: Hauke Schröder/dpa-Zentralbild/dpa,(via Getty Images)
Tear-off of Church of Reconciliation near Berlin Wall
The tower of the Church of Reconciliation, which directly stands behind the Wall in East Berlin, is blown up on the 28th of January in 1985 . After the surrounding houses had already been removed, the tower followed the central aisle and fell victim to the construction of the wall. (Photo by Roland Holschneider/ via Getty Images)
Tarot , The Tower

Winter Stars : Sara Teasdale : : Winter Poems : :

Sara Teasdale, A Poet seated, large shawl draped over her, left hand on hip, 1920. (Photo by Jessie Tarbox Beals/The New York Historical Society/Getty Images) : : was born in St. Louis, Missouri to a wealthy family.As a young woman, grew , acquainted with Harriet Monroe and the literary circle around Poetry in Chicago.Teasdale wrote seven books of poetry centered on a woman’s changing perspectives on beauty, love, and death : The developments in her own life, from her experiences as a sheltered young woman in St. Louis, to those as a successful yet increasingly uneasy writer in New York City, to a depressed and disillusioned person who would commit suicide in 1933. : : She won the first Columbia Poetry Prize in 1918, a prize that would later be renamed the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry. : : Her poetry include Sonnets to Duse, and Other Poems (1907); Helen of Troy, and Other Poems (1911); and Rivers to the Sea (1915). Reviewing the 1915 volume Rivers to the Sea, a New York Times Book Review contributor deemed the book “a little volume of joyous and unstudied song.” Such damningly faint praise followed Teasdale throughout her career; critics found her poetry “unsophisticated” but full of musical language and evocative emotion. A New York Times Book Review contributor, writing about the 1917 edition of Love Songs, asserted that “Miss Teasdale is first, last, and always a singer.” : : Teasdale married Ernst Filsinger in 1914 and moved to New York City in 1916. Love Song (1917) won both the Columbia Poetry Prize (now the Pulitzer) and the Poetry Society of America Prize. Her last three collections of poetry after Love Songs are generally thought to be her best: Flame and Shadow (1920), Dark of the Moon (1926), and Stars To-Night (1930). Dark of the Moon demonstrated her sensitivity. New York Times Book Review contributor Percy A. Hutchison. praised “the exquisite refinement of Sara Teasdale’s lyric poetry,” which “shows how near Sara Teasdale can come to art’s ultimate goals.” Marguerite Wilkinson, in the New York Times Book Review and Magazine, commented in 1920’s ‘Flame and Shadow’ that “Sara Teasdale has found a philosophy of life and death,” having “grown intellectually since the publication of her earlier books” and displaying a “growth in artistry.” Wilkinson concluded that ‘Flame and Shadow’ “is a book to read with reverence of joy.” : : After a divorce in 1929 Teasdale became semi-invalided & committed suicide in 1933.: : Reviewing the 1984 collection Mirror of the Heart: Poems of Sara Teasdale, Choice contributor J. Overmyer wrote , ” simply stated thoughts are complex… and reverberate in the mind.” : : In the twenty-first century Teasdale has received attention from scholars such as Melissa Girard, who argues that aspects of Teasdale’s poetry have been neglected or overlooked, including her anti-war poetry from World War I.
If you want to learn just one constellation … this is a good one! It’s very easy to spot. We in the Northern Hemisphere see Orion the Hunter arcing across the southern sky on January evenings. Southern Hemisphere? Turn this chart upside-down, and look in your northern sky. : : : : Orion’s Belt consists of three medium-bright stars in a short, straight row at the Hunter’s waistline. The three medium-bright stars in a short, straight row at his waist. If you see any three equally bright stars in a row this evening, you’re probably looking at Orion. Want to be sure? There are two even brighter stars – one reddish and the other blue – on either side of the Belt stars. : : from mid-northern latitudes, you’ll find Orion in the southeast at early evening and shining high in the south by mid-to-late evening (around 9 to 10 p.m. local time, the time on your clock wherever you live). If you live at temperate latitudes south of the equator, you’ll see Orion high in your northern sky around that same hour. : : Notice the two brightest stars in Orion, Betelgeuse and Rigel. Rigel’s distance is approximately 773 light-years. The distance to Betelgeuse has been harder for scientists to determine. Its current estimate is about 724 light-years away, but uncertainties remain.: : Betelgeuse dimmed for a while in late 2019, generating a fair amount of excitement, because Betelgeuse is a star on the brink of a supernova. However, the star has since returned to its normal brightness. : : Trace the Belt of Orion and the Sword that hangs from his belt. If one of the stars in the Sword looks blurry to you, that’s because you’re actually seeing the Orion Nebula. If you use binoculars or a telescope to look at the Orion Nebula, you’ll start to see some shape in the gas and dust cloud. : : The stars of constellations aren’t physically related & gravitationally bound. : : : : : : : : : : : On December, January ( winter time ) and February evenings our evening sky faces away from the center of our Milky Way galaxy. Instead, we look toward our galaxy’s outskirts at this time of year. There are fewer stars between us and extragalactic space now. We’re also looking toward the spiral arm of the galaxy in which our sun resides – the Orion Arm – and toward some gigantic stars in this direction. These huge stars are relatively close to us, within our own galactic neighborhood and local spiral arm, so they look bright.
View at EarthSky Community Photos. | Matthew Schmidt in the Catskill Mountains, New York, took this image of the Orion Nebula on November 5, 2021. Matthew wrote: “I was out in my driveway on the first clear cold night in New Kingston, NY. I had just dropped my camera and lens about 6 feet while shooting the Andromeda Galaxy and wanted to test its functionality, so I switched gears to the Orion Nebula. Turned out great, I think, and best of all, my camera and lens are still miraculously working.” Thank you, Matthew!
Orion at the Sea Shore. : : Kevan Hubbard captured this image of constellation Orion on January 17, 202(?), from Tynemouth, Northumberland, England. He wrote: “Orion over the ruined Tynemouth Abbey, which amazingly isn’t floodlit thus preserving the skies above it and the environment in general, and the light to the left is a little fishing boat.” Thank you, Kevan!

Winter Stars
BY SARA TEASDALE
I went out at night alone;
The young blood flowing beyond the sea
Seemed to have drenched my spirit’s wings- I bore my sorrow heavily.

But when I lifted up my head
From shadows shaken on the snow,
I saw Orion in the east
Burn steadily as long ago.

From windows in my father’s house,
Dreaming my dreams on winter nights,
I watched Orion as a girl
Above another city’s lights.

Years go, dreams go, and youth goes too,
The world’s heart breaks beneath its wars,
All things are changed, save in the east
The faithful beauty of the stars.
Source: Flame and Shadow (1920) : : poetryfoundation.org

Winter Stars’ by Sara Teasdale , is about change, aging, and the universe describing the nature of time and the sorrows. The Speaker gets over her sorrows , and thinks back , to a time when she walked the beach at night, and in the darkness , recalled her youthful fondness for the stars. Orion shone brightly in the sky then, just as it did , in her youth. ( Many Stars including Orion stars appear shine more brightly during Winter time. ) : : After a thoughtful, and calm return from the dreamy memoirs, and from the nostalgic contemplation : from her childhood through the years of youth , she , in the end, affirms that everything changes , except for the 🔯 Stars in the night sky.

” I went out at night alone;
The young blood flowing beyond the sea
Seemed to have drenched my spirit’s wings-
I bore my sorrow heavily.” : : Stanza 1 : : lines 1 To 4 : :

The Speaker’s dullard Remark in line 4 : ” I bore my sorrows heavily.” Suggests with a high wave flow of her youth time experience that is “beyond the sea” ( line 2 ) and gauges her as evoking boredom. Her experience is so sorrowful , heavy hearted and depressing that her “spirit’s wings” ( line 3 ) seemed as though they’d been drenched/ soaked in its waters. And then she alone at night, ( line 1 ) felt unable to lift her off the sea shore. There is no mention what has happened with her ! : : : :

“But when I lifted up my head
From shadows shaken on the snow,
I saw Orion in the east
Burn steadily as long ago.” : : Stanza 2 : : lines 5 To 8 : :

She caught light of the constellation “Orion in the east” ( line 7 ) when she lifted herself / viewing, from “shadows shaken on the snow”( line 6 )”. The constellation reminds her that time has progressed ; and that “Burn steadily as long ago.” : She knew that Sun like ) stars burn continuously ( in Universe ) The constellation does not change position in the sky throughout our life time. The “Orion” is still there exactly where she used to see it “as long ago”( line 8 ) when she was a child. Here, the reader comes to know that the Speaker is remembering the exact memoirs right from her past. : : : :

“From windows in my father’s house,
Dreaming my dreams on winter nights,
I watched Orion as a girl Above another city’s lights.” : : Stanza 3 : : lines 9 To 12 : :

She can recall as a girl standing at the “windows” in her father’s house, watching out “Orion” ( lines 9 & 11 ) ” Above another city’s lights” ( line 12 ) meaning many such observant / watchful / waking people ( marked by consciousness Or alertness ) are also looking out for the group of illuminating stars in the constellation (s) right above their heads. : : Alliteration: in the words : ” Dreaming” (my) “dreams” (“on winter nights” ) in line 2 suggests that it became important in her youthful dreams. She was happier then than she was on the beach that night as shown in these lines of peaceful calmly memoir that made her think of “another city’s lights” ( line 12 ) : : : :

“Years go, dreams go, and youth goes too,
The world’s heart breaks beneath its wars,
All things are changed, save in the east
The faithful beauty of the stars.” : : Stanza 4 : : lines 13 To 16 : :

Years ,Dreams , And Youth ( Progression from the childhood ) , that is , TIME CHANGES ( line 13 ) : : “The world’s heart breaks beneath its wars,” ( line 14 ) meaning , the heart’s position is ‘lower’ than with the “wars” among the people of different nations in the world : just ‘above’. : : Every Human Soul , with their feelings , intuitions , affections and courage are under constant threat of becoming broken hearted; And their likings, and an inwardly warmest Spirits in living, are having deep emotional pains , caused by the wars. : : Thus , ” All things are changed, ” ( line 15 ) : ” save in the east ” ( to complete with line 15 ) ” The faithful beauty of the stars. “( last line 16 ) : meaning the only thing that remains the same , is the faithful beauty of the 🔯🌟🔯🌟🔯 Stars. : : By ” The faithful beauty “the meaning conveyed is stars , seen in isolation, and /or in groups of Constellation (s) is or are, steadfast in affection and allegiance / binding commitments . The stars are constantly accurate , trustworthy and illuminating to provide with spiritual guidance and awareness to each of the human souls & living beings. : : : :

“Winter Stars” By Sara Teasdale : A Winter Poem Information Appreciation and poem Analysis Presented by V Jayaraj Pune India November 4 , 2022 : : : : કાર્તક સુદ અગિયારસ : : : :

Winter Trees : William Carlos Williams : : Winter Poems : :

William Carlos Williams ( September 17 , 1883 , Rutherford, New Jersey – March 4 , 1963 , Died Rutherford New Jersey , aged 79 years. ) Notable works
“This Is Just to Say” , “The Red Wheelbarrow”, “The great figure ” , Paterson, Spring and All : : Spouse : Florence Herman. A poet associated with Modernism & Imagist Movements. Alma Mater : University of Pennsylvania: : Writer & Physician ( Paediatrician & Medicines : Chief till his death With Passaic / Now St. Mary General Hospital ) A tribute plaque reads : “We walk the wards that Williams walked” : : : : : “No one believes that poetry can exist in his own life,” Williams said. “The purpose of an artist, whatever it is, is to take the life, whatever he sees, and to raise it up to an elevated position where it has dignity.”
A very big “liquid moon moves gently among the leaf less branches of a tree” : But , right branches appear long against the moon in the sky as seen on any full Moon night. In both the case , there is a ‘surrealism’: ( A 20 th Century Movement of Artists & Writers developing out of Dadaism : that uses fantastic images & incongruous juxtapositions in order to present unconscious thoughts and dreams. ) . Actually, in reality, Moon has equatorial radius of 1738/- Kms : 0.2725 of Earth’s & circumference is 10921 kms.The full moon is highest in the sky during winter and lowest during summer. The Moon does appear larger when close to the horizon, but this is a purely psychological effect, known as the Moon illusion, first described in the 7th century BC.

Winter Trees
BY WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS
All the complicated details
of the attiring and
the disattiring are completed! 3
A liquid moon 4
moves gently among
the long branches. 6
Thus having prepared their buds 7
against a sure winter
the wise trees
stand sleeping in the cold. 10

‘Winter Trees’ by William Carlos Williams is about the gaining and losing of leaves, ( comparing it to someone getting in and out of clothes) , about contrasted life and death , about light and darkness. The poet is watching trees as they enter their yearly dormant or quiescent state comparable with human’s sleep or shut – eye , which is periodical and natural / consciousness merely suspended ; and imbusing emotions for the contrast between leafless branches and blooming trees. happy to see them, personifying them to give them a friendly atmosphere just engaging with the same practices on changing magnitudes. : : : :

The trees have finished “attiring” and , “dis-attirning”, clothing, and taking off their clothes. They simply grow leaves to wear during the summer. During the winter, they shed their leaves, getting ready to sleep. ” All the complicated details.. . .. .are completed! “By Watching the trees change with the seasons makes the poet and the reader happy being in Nature. : : : :

And then , ” A liquid moon moves gently among the long branches.” : ( lines 4 , 5 , & 6 ) “A liquid” & “gently” are suggestive of smooth , slow and graceful. The marvelous and heavenly sight of moonlight produces the touchy, ethereal feelings. : : : :

” Thus having prepared their buds 7
against a sure winter
the wise trees
stand sleeping in the cold.” 10

A whole year is a tree’s day. It rises with spring, collecting its leaves.: ( having prepared their buds : line 7 ) Then, as “sure winter” approaches, it gets ready for bed. “The wise trees stand sleeping in the cold.” Falling of leaves is always a fascinating clues for the poets writing being in Nature. As E E Cummings also wrote : ( A Leaf Falls On Loneliness ) : A beautiful poem which can be remembered alongside this poem ” Winter Trees” By William Carlos Williams: : Information Appreciation and poem Analysis Presented by V Jayaraj Pune India November 3 , 2022 : : : : : : : :

“l(a” is a poem by E. E. Cummings. It is the first poem in his 1958 collection 95 Poems.”l(a” is arranged vertically in groups of one to five letters. When the text is laid out horizontally, it either reads as l(a leaf falls) oneliness —in other words, a leaf falls inserted between the first two letters of loneliness- or l(a le af fa ll s) one l iness, with a le af fa ll s between a l and one. : : In analyzing the poem, Robert DiYanni notes that the image of a single falling leaf is a common symbol for loneliness, and that this sense of loneliness is enhanced by the structure of the poem. He writes that the fragmentation of the words “illustrates visually the separation that is the primary cause of loneliness”. The fragmentation of the word loneliness is especially significant, since it highlights the fact that that word contains the word one. In addition, the isolated letter l can initially appear to be the numeral one. It creates the effect that the leaf is still one, or “oneliness” whole within itself, even after it is isolated from the tree. ( Robert DiYanni. Literature: Approaches to Fiction, Poetry, and Drama. McGraw-Hill, 2003. 584.) : : Robert Scott Root-Bernstein observes that the overall shape of the poem resembles a 1 . ( Sparks of Genius. Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 2001.) : : Probably inspired by the Japanese haiku , the poem suggests a link between the eternal concept of loneliness and the brief momentary motion of a falling leaf. : : 1 : I is the loneliest number / letter still strengthen ‘separation’ & ‘alieation’ as temporary associates of loneliness. : : Loneliness is viewable as universal whereas, falling of leaf is a local phenomenon observable with a nacked wide human eye. : : The Falling leaves suggest death, decline, the coming of winter: hopeless and melancholic images of weakness /infirmity and im – permanence / inevitability of ending/ dying. : : : : Ezra Pound’s ‘In a Station of the Metro’, another haiku-inspired poem, which has a fragile image of petals on the bough of a tree should also be discussed sometimes in our separate post on ‘Madhu Malti’ blog. : : : : : : : Form,Composers who have set this poem to music include : :

Peter Schickele in “Dim/l(a” (1967), for SATB chorus a cappella.
Maurice Wright in “l(a” (1978), for SSA chorus, trumpet, violoncello and piano.

Winter Rainbow : John Clare : : શિયાળું  મેઘધનુષ્ય : : જ્હોન કલેર : અનુવાદ  : વિ જયરાજ : :  Winter Poems : :

Winter rainbow over Edale valley, Derbyshire, UK
A stunning and rare winter rainbow at sunrise in the Derbyshire high peak. We had incoming heavy snow, but the snow must have had water and ice mixed to create this snowbow. Peak District National park. UK.
When the sunbeam shrinketh from its shrouds”& clouds of water vapour on the cold day of winter To create a beautiful “Winter Rainbow” 🌈 : Depicted Winter Sky & impacts on Humans :
Find your ” Winter Rainbow ” Moments & Get entranced by the Winter Sky & Rainbow colours. : Enjoy!? Happy Winter Days ! !
Winter Rainbow : India : A Rainbow blessed the place on the Road Trip To go up towards Ooty in Nilgiri ( its Dodebetta peak highest with 8650 feet ) : A way from the foothill town of Mettuplayam Sky ( Coimbatore Rural Suburb , Kerala , S. India ) : Freezing temperatures of: – 0.2 C. December : Amidst The tantalizing scent from Eucalyptus, pines , and tall Cypress Trees permeated senses & souls : photo : Outlook traveller: outlookindia.com
USA, Hawaii, Winter Waves at Ehukai Beach Park – stock photo
USA, Hawaii, Oahu, North Shore, winter waves and rainbow at Ehukai Beach Park
London : Suburban Winter Rainbow
Mount Viniknka ,Rainbow Mountain In The Cusco Region Of Peru – stock photo
Photo taken in Cusco, Peru
Couple friends on a wooden canoe are paddling in water : Winter Rainbow: Mountain view of winter time lake in India.
Colorful Ice Skating – illustration
Vector silhouettes Large crowd of people ice skating :
Winter is like a powerful woman with wickedness alongside good side, too. : ” Thou half enchantress, like to pictured sin ” : : Beautiful young woman with colorful dyed hair. : “And thy bright rainbow gilds the purple storm, I look entranced on thy painted clouds “
John Clare ( 13 July 1793
Helpston, Northamptonshire, England — 20 May 1864 (aged 70)
Northampton, Northamptonshire, England : : John Clare was an English poet. The son of a farm labourer, he became known for his celebrations of the English countryside and his sorrows at its disruption.:  His work underwent major re-evaluation in the late 20th century; he is now often seen as a major 19th-century poet. :  His biographer Jonathan Bate called Clare “the greatest labouring-class poet that England has ever produced. No one has ever written more powerfully of nature, of a rural childhood, and of the alienated and unstable. :In a foreword to the 2011 anthology The Poetry of Birds, the broadcaster and bird-watcher Tim Dee notes that Clare wrote about 147 species of British wild birds “without any technical kit whatsoever.

Winter Rainbow.
John Clare
Thou Winter, thou art keen, intensely keen;
Thy cutting frowns experience bids me know,
For in thy weather days and days I’ve been,
As grinning north-winds horribly did blow,
And pepper’d round my head their hail and snow:
Throughout thy reign ’tis mine each year to prove thee;
And, spite of every storm I’ve beetled in,
With all thy insults, Winter, I do love thee,
Thou half enchantress, like to pictur’d Sin!
Though many frowns thy sparing smiles deform,
Yet when thy sunbeam shrinketh from its shroud,
And thy bright rainbow gilds the purple storm,
I look entranced on thy painted cloud:
And what wild eye with nature’s beauties charm’d,
That hang enraptur’d o’er each ‘witching spell,
Can see thee, Winter, then, and not be warm’d
To breathe thy praise, and say, “I love thee well!”

— John Clare : :

” Winter Rainbow” By John Clare is about light & dark , Nature & hopes. Winter , here is like a powerful woman with wickedness alongside a good side. We find this poem charming ,as well as, glorifying although with some contempt/ insults. The power of Winter is in ” horribly blowing grinning north winds” ( line 4 ), in momentarily Parting of the clouds , and in coming down of sunbeam, which creates ” Rainbow”🌈 : : Hence, the Speaker says, : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : ” And, spite of every storm I’ve beetled in, 7
With all thy insults, Winter, I do love thee, 8
Thou half enchantress, like to pictur’d Sin!
Though many frowns thy sparing smiles deform,
Yet when thy sunbeam shrinketh from its shroud, 11
And thy bright rainbow gilds the purple storm,
I look entranced on thy painted cloud: 13
And what wild eye with nature’s beauties charm’d,
That hang enraptur’d o’er each ‘witching spell, 15
Can see thee, Winter, then, and not be warm’d 16
To breathe thy praise, and say, “I love thee well!” : : ( lines From 7 To 17 )

Winter is to him half “enchantress,” a woman who entices him into sin. It is understood why for the people are against the season of winter. The  light, life, and hope  beat out the death-like shroud ( in relation to the weather )  of the cold winter season. These are the compensating features to save the season of winter , from dislikes & defects ,  to restoration with  valuable honour ; which is , more elevated,  when he stops & stares at the charming beauties of nature , and gets entranced. : “bright rainbow gilds the purple storm” ( line 12 ) : He wonders how anyone could possibly look up at this kind of winter sky and now be “warm’d” by the sight. ( line 16 ) : : No one, he thinks should “see thee, Winter” and not “breathe thy praise”. ( lines 16 & 17 ) : : This is an exalted magic of cloud of water vapour on a cold day of winter. : : The ” witching spell” ( line 15 ) : The Speaker is captivated by the delightful wonderful sight which put him in to trance :  : ( saying :  : ” I look entranced on thy painted clouds” line 13 ) : : The  Speaker Concludes in the last line 17 : ” To breathe thy praise , and say I love thee well! ” : : : :

” Winter Rainbow” : By John Clare : A Winter Poem : : Information Appreciation and poem Analysis Presented by V Jayaraj Pune India November 2 , 2022 : : : : કાર્તક સુદ નોમ : : : : : : : : :

શિયાળું મેઘધનુષ્ય : જ્હોન ક્લેર : : : :
તું ટાઢી શીત , આકરો કસબ તારો , અત્યંત આકરો ;
તારી ક્રુદ્ધ વેધકતા મેં વેઠી જાણી છે,
કારણ કે તારા આફતઝાદા હવામાનના દિવસો અને દિવસો મેં ગાળ્યાં છે.
જેમ કે કચકચાટી બોલાવતાં ઉત્તરના વાયરા ત્રાસજનક રીતે ફૂંકાયા ( ત્યારે ) ,
અને મારા માથાની આસપાસ કરા અને બરફ વરસ્યાં. ( હતાં )
તારા અમલ દરમિયાન દરેક વર્ષે તારી કસોટી કરવાનું કામ મારું
અને, દરેક અંટસિયાં તોફાનની ઉપર બહાર અંદર,  હું રહ્યો છું,
તારા બધા ઉગ્ર અનાદરો સાથે, ટાઢી શીત, તને હું પ્રેમ કરું છું.
તું અર્ધ જાદુગરણી, ચિત્રિત પાપ જેવી !
જોકે તારી અનેક વિચાર મુદ્રાઓ તારા મિતવ્યયી સ્મિતને મચડે છે.
તેમ છતાં જ્યારે તારા સૂર્યકિરણો તેના કફનમાંથી સંકોચાય છે,
અને તારું ચળકતું ઝબકતું મેઘધનુષ્ય જાંબલી કરા પર સોનેરી  ગિલીટ ચઢાવે છે,
હું તારા રંગીન વાદળ પર મંત્રમુગ્ધ થઈને જોઉં છું :
અને કઈ પ્રક્ષુબ્ધ આંખ પ્રકૃતિની સુંદરતાથી મોહિત થઈ !
જે દરેક સંમોહક સૌંદર્ય પર આફરીન થઈને ટંગાયેલી છે,
તને,શિયાળાની ઋતુ ને જુવે છે અને પછી ગરમાયું ન થયું (!?) 
તારા ગુણગાન ના પ્રાણ ભરવાં ,અને કહેવાં કે , “હું તને ખૂબ પ્રેમ કરું છું !”

— જ્હોન કલેર

( Translated into Gujarati by Jayaraj Vyas )  : Bengaluru , Karnataka India : December 15, 2025 . 

Sun Halos ( 22-degree halos ) IN BENGALURU, June  2, 2021 : 15:00 PM, Visible  over and hour. : Photo: Shivamurthy G Gurumath / India Today. : : According to Illinois University, Sun  Halos is a prominent, circular, rainbow-coloured ring that appears around the Sun (or Moon). It occurs when sunlight passes through millions of hexagonal ice crystals in high-altitude cirrus clouds. This phenomenon has been famously captured and shared by Bengaluru residents, particularly in May 2021. It is sometimes called a “winter halo” in colder regions, as ice crystals are more common then, but can occur in any season if conditions are right in the upper atmosphere.

Rainbow-like optical phenomena such as sun halos and cloud iridescence have been spotted in Bengaluru, including recently in 2025 during the current winter season and in previous years, often associated with specific weather conditions like light rain or high-altitude ice crystals. Bengaluru has also been known to experience rare and beautiful atmospheric optical phenomena.

The visibility of the Cloud Iridescence depends on being in the right place at the right time with the correct angle of observation. : A circumzenithal arc (sometimes known as Bravais’ arc) is a type of Halo.: Quite common as these types of clouds occur throughout the year, however we only sometimes see them as they are usually obscured by clouds underneath. The height, depth and position of the ice clouds must be right as the cloud needs and of the  observer to be at a specific angle convex to the sun.

That small circle of rainbow next to the sun is not actually a rainbow. Well, it is a prism of light of sorts, but it occurs when sunlight mixes with cirrus or cirrostratus clouds and ice crystals. This phenomenon is called a SUNDOG. :  It is closely related to a sun halo. : They are very common throughout the winter months because of the cold air aloft that allows the freezing of moisture in the clouds.

Snow Day : Billy Collins : ( 1 ) : : Poem Reading ( Illustrative Video ) : ( 2 ) : : Winter Poems : :

Billy Collins : b. 1941. : Dubbed “the most popular poet in America” by Bruce Weber in the New York Times, Billy Collins is famous for conversational, witty poems that welcome readers with humor but often slip into quirky, tender, or profound observation on the everyday, reading and writing, and poetry itself. Collins was born in 1941 in New York City. He earned a BA from the College of the Holy Cross, and both an MA and PhD from the University of California-Riverside. In 1975 he cofounded the Mid-Atlantic Review with Michael Shannon. : : has taught at Columbia University, Sarah Lawrence, and Lehman College, City University of New York, where he is a Distinguished Professor. : :Also, a faculty member at the State University of New York-Stonybrook. : : his readings regularly sell out, and he received a six-figure advance when he moved publishers in the late 1990s. He served two terms as the US poet laureate, from 2001-2003, was New York State poet laureate from 2004-2006, : : Collins was asked to write a poem commemorating the first anniversary of the fall of the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center on September 11. The reading was in front of a joint session of Congress held outside of Washington, DC. : : his fourth book, Questions about Angels (1991), that propelled him into the literary spotlight. : : Discussing Picnic, Lightning (1998) and its predecessor, The Art of Drowning (1995), John Taylor noted that Collins’s skillful, smooth style and inventive subject matter “helps us feel the mystery of being alive.” Taylor added: “Rarely has anyone written poems that appear so transparent on the surface yet become so ambiguous, thought-provoking, or simply wise once the reader has peered into the depths.” : : Taking off Emily Dickinson’s Clothes (2000) was the first Collins collection published outside the US.: : UK. Poet and critic Michael Donaghy called Collins a “rare amalgam of accessibility and intelligence,” and A.L. Kennedy described the volume as containing “great verse, moving, intelligent and darkly funny.” : : When Sailing Alone Around the Room was finally published, in 2001, it was met with enthusiastic reviews and brisk sales. : : Collins’s next books Nine Horses: Poems (2002), The Trouble with Poetry (2005), Ballistics (2008), Horoscopes for the Dead (2011), Aimless Love (2013), and The Rain in Portugal (2016) have continued to offer poems that mix humor with insight : : Poet-critic Richard Howard has said of Collins: “He has a remarkably American voice…that one recognizes immediately as being of the moment and yet has real validity besides, reaching very far into what verse can do.” : : Collins has described himself as “reader conscious”: “I have one reader in mind, someone who is in the room with me, and who I’m talking to, and I want to make sure I don’t talk too fast, or too glibly. Usually I try to create a hospitable tone at the beginning of a poem. Stepping from the title to the first lines is like stepping into a canoe. A lot of things can go wrong.” Collins further related: “I think my work has to do with a sense that we are attempting, all the time, to create a logical, rational path through the day. To the left and right there are an amazing set of distractions that we usually can’t afford to follow. But the poet is willing to stop anywhere.” : : : :
“Woke up to a revolution of snow.. .In the grandiose Silence Of The Snow “
Wide range of Readers remembering the Snow Day Of Their Childhood
Girls Whispering & Making A Secret Plot
Step Outside in your boots & a miniature jacket Or
Or Be A Willing Prisoner In The House & Make Pot Of Tea
Listening Hard what is closed & Which Small Queen is About To Be Brought Down

https://youtu.be/H56ZXBXUl3g

Snow Day
BY BILLY COLLINS
Today we woke up to a revolution of snow,
its white flag waving over everything,
the landscape vanished,
not a single mouse to punctuate the blankness,
and beyond these windows

the government buildings smothered,
schools and libraries buried, the post office lost
under the noiseless drift,
the paths of trains softly blocked,
the world fallen under this falling.

In a while, I will put on some boots
and step out like someone walking in water,
and the dog will porpoise through the drifts,
and I will shake a laden branch
sending a cold shower down on us both.

But for now I am a willing prisoner in this house,
a sympathizer with the anarchic cause of snow.
I will make a pot of tea
and listen to the plastic radio on the counter,
as glad as anyone to hear the news

that the Kiddie Corner School is closed,
the Ding-Dong School, closed.
the All Aboard Children’s School, closed,
the Hi-Ho Nursery School, closed,
along with—some will be delighted to hear—

the Toadstool School, the Little School,
Little Sparrows Nursery School,
Little Stars Pre-School, Peas-and-Carrots Day School
the Tom Thumb Child Center, all closed,
and—clap your hands—the Peanuts Play School.

So this is where the children hide all day,
These are the nests where they letter and draw,
where they put on their bright miniature jackets,
all darting and climbing and sliding,
all but the few girls whispering by the fence.

And now I am listening hard
in the grandiose silence of the snow,
trying to hear what those three girls are plotting,
what riot is afoot,
which small queen is about to be brought down.
Billy Collins, “Snow Day” from Sailing Alone Around the Room: New and Selected Poems (New York: Random House, 2001) : : : :
Source: Sailing Alone Around the Room: New and Selected Poems (Random House Inc., 2001) : From poetryfoundation.org For Educational purposes only. : : : :

Snow Day by Billy Collins
“Snow Day” by Billy Collins first appeared in the 2001 volume of The Best American Poetry and was published by Random House in New York. The poem describes the wonderful feeling of waking up on a snow day and realizing that school is canceled. It also deals with the excitement of playing outside; a common day experience during winter. Collins deals with the five senses to feel up the readers and their emotions. : :

Full of creativity and imagery, Collins writes “under the noiseless drift,” reminding outside of the morning Waking up after a big storm and hearing nothing but the wind ; everything seeming so peaceful covered in a blanket of snow. Nostalgic sense of smells & sound of wintery Snow Day connect us/ the readers, to the poem , on a personalized levels.The “Snow Day” talks about a situation that has appeared in most people’s lives. Common experience can trigger off the different memories . A “snow day” is positive because as a kid, everyone loved missing school to go play with their friends in the snow until they were too cold to bear it. & Afterwards confined in a cold house. Everyone likes to remember happier time. Snow days are so calm in the morning, everything looking uniform and perfect, unmoved and that to in a beautiful unemotional white color. Collins calls it “a revolution of snow,”“but for now , I am a willing prisoner in this house,” This is a situation that we are all familiar with during the snow falling or flooding incessant rains. This reference to a “willing prisoner” who wants to be confined and is surrendering to it. when he writes “and the dog will porpoise through the drifts.”: ( porpoise : gregarious mammal like a dog having a snout : elongated head & many teeth ) : With this line, Collins demonstrates a picture of his dog running through the snow as a “porpoise” would in the water. The verb “porpoise” as a verb, giving it the pictorial power to present the dog in the minds of the readers. This poem Amidst The Picturesque Snow Falling Like : : Grandiose Silence Of The Snow : All The Schools Closed, The Post Office Is Lost, The Paths Of Trains Are Softly Blocked, The Government Buildings Smothered : enveloped : The Landscapes Are Lost, The World Fallen Under The Falling of Snow, White Flag Waving Over Everything : : HAPPIER TIME RELATES to a wide range of readers , VERY SUCCESSFULLY. And then “Riot is afoot” : “Small Queen is About To Be Brought Down” : : You either Step Out in Boots & Miniature Jacket , Shake A Laden Branch & Have A Cold Shower Down , Whisper By The Fence if you are a girl , Listen To The Girl’s Plotting , Etc. ; OR Be A Willing Prisoner In The House : : Listen To The Plastic Radio /News , Make A Pot Of Tea & Be Sympathiser Of Anarchic Cause of Snow : : : : And Feel Free To Clap Your Hands

” Snow Day” By Bill Collins , A Winter Poem , Information Appreciation and poem Analysis Presented by V Jayaraj Pune India , November 1 , 2022 : : : : Happy Birthday To Ritvij : : કાર્તક સુદ આઠમ : : : : : : :

The Snow Man : Wallace Stevens : : Winter Poems : :

Wallace Stevens – 1879-1955 : : A Metaphysical Poet : Connections with Modernism: : Related Poet’s like : Robert Frost, Katherine Mansfield, William Carlos Williams, Gertrude Stein, W H Auden, Ezra pound: : Wallace Stevens was born in Reading, Pennsylvania on October 2, 1879. He attended Harvard University as an undergraduate from 1897 to 1900. : : Stevens graduated with a degree from New York Law School in 1903 and was admitted to the bar& practiced law in New York City until 1916.: : he was also part of New York’s literary community.: He had several friends among the writers and painters in Greenwich Village, including William Carlos Williams, Marianne Moore, and E. E. Cummings. In 1914, under the pseudonym “Peter Parasol,” he sent a group of poems under the title “Phases” to Harriet Monroe as entries for a war poem competition hosted by Poetry magazine. : : he became vice president in 1934 at the Hartford Accident and Indemnity Co.In Connecticut. : : His first book of poems, Harmonium (Alfred A. Knopf), published in 1923, exhibited the influences of both the English Romantics and the French Symbolists, and demonstrated a wholly original style and sensibility: exotic, whimsical, and infused with the light and color of an Impressionist painting. : : Stevens was concerned with the transformative power of the imagination. Composing poems on his way to and from the office and in the evenings. : receive widespread recognition until the publication of The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens. : : Other major works include The Necessary Angel : a collection of essays on poetry; Notes Towards a Supreme Fiction ; The Man With the Blue Guitar (Alfred A. Knopf, 1937); and Ideas of Order : : Stevens died in Hartford, Connecticut on August 2, 1955.: Wallace Stevens is now considered one of the major American poets of the twentieth century,: To quote Stevens Remark : “The incessant job is to get into focus, not out of focus. Nietzsche is as perfect a means of getting out of focus as a little bit too much to drink.” (Letter from Wallace Stevens to Henry Church, December 8, 1942)
The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens, New York: Vintage Books, 1954.

The Snow Man
Wallace Stevens : : : :


One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow; 3

And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter 6

Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves, 9

Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place 12

For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is. 15

From Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens by Wallace Stevens. : : Taken from poet’s.org Only For Educational purposes.

“The Snow Man” is a poem from Wallace Stevens’s first book of poetry, Harmonium, first published in the October 1921 issue of the journal Poetry. Wiki notes : : Sometimes classified as one of Stevens’ “poems of epistemology”, it can be read as an expression of the naturalistic skepticism that he absorbed from his friend and mentor George Santayana. There is something wintry about this insight, which Stevens captures in The Necessary Angel by writing, “The world about us would be desolate except for the world within us.” Stevens in ‘Original Research’ Pg.169. : :

The poem is an expression of Stevens’ perspectivism, leading from a relatively objective description of a winter scene to a relatively subjective emotional response (thinking of misery in the sound of the wind), to the final idea that the listener and the world itself are “nothing” apart from these perspectives. Stevens has the world look at winter from a different point of view: Not thinking s harsh storm or snow/ ice as nuisance. He wants the world to look the opposite view at winter in a sense of optimism and beauty. He creates a difference between imagination and reality. See “Gubbinal” and “Nuances of a Theme by Williams” for comparisons. : : B.J. Leggett construes Stevens’s perspectivism as commitment to the principle that “instead of facts we have perspectives, none privileged over the others as truer or more nearly in accord with things as they are, although not for that reason all equal.”: : : :

” The Snow Man” is a metaphor and ” listens in the snow And nothing himself , beholds Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.” ( Ending lines 13, 14, and 15 ), And about the world humans visualize as “nothing” if they do not have perspectives. The narrator describes the characteristics of the Snow Man who should not project their own, or the world’s problems, onto an empty landscape. He must see, why it is empty , without an attempted show of human emotions. The observer, during the winter should first face a cold when beholding the frost and the snow on the trees and bushes and must refuse his enticement for the mournful sound of the winter wind with misery ; His involving in the human feelings onto the wintry landscape. Then only as a detached observer he will barely see the nothingness , of the landscape for what it is, rather than , attaching ill – formed attitudes and emotions to th nature and will become ‘snowmen’.: :

A Cold , detached , and Objective Observer, is this real “Snow Man “Who is ‘Ego Free’. Our miseries on to the Snow & Wind is inexplicable. By becoming cool & objective , we turn in like a winter which is fathomable and grasping one ; or say , in the words of Stevens ‘perceivable’. Better going is : Winter can not be expected turn in on to miserable , sad , and lossy or lossless because these are mainly human experiences. It is understood that the winter can not be like us and we can be more like a winter. : : : :

“One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;” 3 : : Stanza 1. : : : :

To “have a mind of winter”( line 1 ) , one’s mind should not be affected by the arresting events , emotions , and pandemonium in the world. One must not be affected by the winter, but become part of it. ” the frost and the boughs ( firm branches ) Of the pine – trees crusted with snow;” ( lines 2 & 3 ) , the wintery entrants have to be regarded or appreciated to understand the cold winter of our world as it truly is. By attaining these qualities of winter , the Observer can become ” The Snow Man” : : : :

” And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter” 6 : : Stanza 2. : : : :

Juniper bush is Arabian shrub with small white flowers ( Genista raetam ) mentioned in old testament. But, the coniferous shrubs with berries like fleshy, spicy cones used in Europian cuisines and Gin flavour. And Juniper’s rough nap covered with hanging shags / trunks , here in this poem “with ice” ( line 5 ) are sought to lay eyes on , that is an attention is required to be drawn to these shrubs’ shaggedness which have acquired additional icy cold coverings. Seeing “The spruces” ( the second type of tree named in this poem ) “rough in the distant glitter.” ( line 6 ) : : By attaining for a long time of the coldness of these plants, the Observer in the winter can become ” The Snow Man” : : : :

Notes for the remaining Stanzas 3 , 4 , & 5 for the rest of the lines from 7 To 15 : Pending visit this post again later on to enjoy the appreciation of the poem. Information Appreciation and poem Analysis Presented by V Jayaraj Pune India October 31 , 2022 : : ::

Lines : The cold earth slept below : P B Shelley : : Winter Poems : :

Lines: The cold earth slept below
BY PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY : ( 1792 – 1822 ) :
The cold earth slept below;
Above the cold sky shone;
And all around,
With a chilling sound,
From caves of ice and fields of snow
The breath of night like death did flow
Beneath the sinking moon.

The wintry hedge was black;
The green grass was not seen;
The birds did rest
On the bare thorn’s breast,
Whose roots, beside the pathway track,
Had bound their folds o’er many a crack
Which the frost had made between.

Thine eyes glow’d in the glare
Of the moon’s dying light;
As a fen-fire’s beam
On a sluggish stream
Gleams dimly—so the moon shone there,
And it yellow’d the strings of thy tangled hair,
That shook in the wind of night.

The moon made thy lips pale, beloved;
The wind made thy bosom chill;
The night did shed
On thy dear head
Its frozen dew, and thou didst lie
Where the bitter breath of the naked sky
Might visit thee at will.

” The cold earth slept below” by Percy Bysshe Shelley is about the freezing winter night and the discovery of a lover’s cold body. Death and fear are the themes of the poem.

The 1 St Sextain : : ” The cold earth slept below;

Above the cold sky shone;

And all around,

With a chilling sound,

From caves of ice and fields of snow

The breath of night like death did flow

Beneath the sinking moon. . : lines 1 To 6 : :

The Variety of images like the word ” cold” in the first two lines “cold earth” & “Cold sky” , “caves of ice”, ” fields of snow”, “chilling sound” and “death” : In the desolate freezing world’s landscape & also “the moon sinking”, all these are dark and danger to life. The “breath of night like death did flow Beneath the sinking moon.” in line 5 & 6 presents the fearful scene together with freezing landscape of cold winter night. The only light of descending and downward moon is also disappearing to lead the utterly black darkness. : : : :

The Second Sextain : : ” The wintry hedge was black;

The green grass was not seen;

The birds did rest

On the bare thorn’s breast,

Whose roots, beside the pathway track,

Had bound their folds o’er many a crack

Which the frost had made between. ” : : lines 7 To 12 : : ; :

The “hedge” is “black” and the “grass was not seen.” ( lines 1 & 2 ) due to the absence of light ; “The birds did rest

On the bare thorn’s breast, ” (lines 3 & 4 ) present the ‘lack of life’. : : the plant’s roots have started to take over the areas “beside the pathway track.” ( line 10 ): : The Speaker is observing the world on the same pathway which is cracked wherein “the roots of the hedge” are growing: “Which the frost had made between. ” ( line 12 ) : : Life appears as dropping down in this presentation. : : : :

The Third Sextain: : ” Thine eyes glow’d in the glare

Of the moon’s dying light;

As a fen-fire’s beam

On a sluggish stream

Gleams dimly—so the moon shone there,

And it yellow’d the strings of thy tangled hair,

That shook in the wind of night. ” : : lines 13 To 18 : : : :

“eyes glow’d in the glare / Of the moon’s dying light.” ( line 13 & 14 ) holds more light than the rest of the world.( Whose eyes ! Not mentioned here ) : : A “glare” in the eyes that outmatches the “moon’s…light.” : : A “fen-fire’s beam.” ( in line 15 ) should be understood as ‘swamp’which in the absence of light leads the traveller to death by drowning. : : “thy tangled hair.” ( in line 17 ) ” That shook in the wind of night. ” ( line 18 ) are suggestive of a living being he is looking at likely a woman with long, blonde hair. This is visible with the the light that comes from the person’s eyes which has drawn him off the path like a “fen-fire”.: : : :

The Fourth Sextain : : ”
The moon made thy lips pale, beloved;
The wind made thy bosom chill;
The night did shed
On thy dear head
Its frozen dew, and thou didst lie
Where the bitter breath of the naked sky
Might visit thee at will.” : : lines 19 To 24 : : : :

” The moon made thy lips pale, beloved; ” ( line 19 ) makes clear that she is a woman the Speaker loved and his lady love’s death. he mourns for. “The wind and night” caused her death or perhaps , the ” fen -fire” that drowned her. The Speaker compares “the frozen dew” with tears shed by the night. But, The Speaker is happy as shown in the end lines of the poem for she is under the nacked sky which with its bitter breath will visit her at will. : : : : : ” The wind made thy bosom chill;
The night did shed
On thy dear head
Its frozen dew, and thou didst lie
Where the bitter breath of the naked sky
Might visit thee at will.” ( lines 20 To 24 ) : : : :

“The cold earth slept below” by Percy Bysshe Shelley : : : : A Winter Poem : Information Appreciation and poem Analysis Presented by V Jayaraj Pune India October 30 , 2022 : : : : : : : :

The Snow Fairy : Claude Mckay : Sonnet : : Winter Poems : :


Claude McKay, (born September 15, 1889, Nairne Castle, Jamaica, British West Indies—died May 22, 1948, Chicago, Illinois, U.S.), Jamaican-born poet and novelist whose Home to Harlem (1928) was the most popular novel written by an American black to that time. : :Before going to the U.S. in 1912, he wrote two volumes of Jamaican dialect verse, Songs of Jamaica and Constab Ballads (1912). : Read some of Claude McKay’s Poems like : : : : : ‘I Know My Soul,’ ‘Enslaved,’ and ‘If We Must Die.’ The latter is one of McKay’s best-known pieces. It is addressed to the Black community advocating for courage and the strength to fight oppression. In ‘Enslaved,’ the poet transforms sorrow and rage into a poem that explores segregation and oppression. ‘I Know My Soul’, a sonnet that discusses the importance of honesty.


I

Throughout the afternoon I watched them there,
Snow-fairies falling, falling from the sky, 2
Whirling fantastic in the misty air,
Contending fierce for space supremacy. 4
And they flew down a mightier force at night,
As though in heaven there was revolt and riot, 6
And they, frail things had taken panic flight
Down to the calm earth seeking peace and quiet. 8
I went to bed and rose at early dawn
To see them huddled together in a heap, 10
Each merged into the other upon the lawn,
Worn out by the sharp struggle, fast asleep. 12
The sun shone brightly on them half the day,
By night they stealthily had stol’n away. 14


II

And suddenly my thoughts then turned to you
Who came to me upon a winter’s night, 2
When snow-sprites round my attic window flew,
Your hair disheveled, eyes aglow with light.4
My heart was like the weather when you came,
The wanton winds were blowing loud and long; 6
But you, with joy and passion all aflame,
You danced and sang a lilting summer song.8
I made room for you in my little bed,
Took covers from the closet fresh and warm,
A downful pillow for your scented head,
And lay down with you resting in my arm. 12
You went with Dawn. You left me ere the day,
The lonely actor of a dreamy play. 14

Source: Harlem Shadows (1922) : : From poetryfoundation.og : : : :

The Snow Fairy
BY CLAUDE MCKAY : : is a beautifully written poem in which the poet presents two sonnets with similar imagery. The first of the two sonnets focuses on a snowfall, something he compares to “snow-fairies” fighting for supremacy in the sky and then resting peacefully on the ground. The similar images are employed in both the Sonnets.The first of the two sonnets focuses on a snowfall, something he compares to “snow-fairies” fighting for supremacy in the sky and then resting peacefully on the ground. He uses personification throughout the piece, until the end when they’ve “gone,” or melted away. the first sonnet has led him to the thoughts he has in the second. He imagines “you,” an unknown listener and the speaker’s lover, coming to him and bringing warmth and summer into his home. Together, the two go to bed. When he wakes up, this person is gone as if they left with the dawn as a dream. : : The themes are of nature and dreams. : : : :

I ) : : The Speaker tells the listener, his lover, that he spent the afternoon “there” watching them. He was watching the “Snowflakes” Of Snow – Fairies fighting for Space in the sky in lines 3 & 4 : ” Whirling fantastic in the misty air,
Contending fierce for space supremacy.” : : Followed by line 5 , 6 , 7 & 8 : ” they flew down a mightier force at night,
As though in heaven there was revolt and riot,
And they, frail things had taken panic flight
Down to the calm earth seeking peace and quiet.” : : : : The fairies didn’t get involved in the “revolt & “riot” that had arisen in the “heaven”. We, as a reader, have no time to imagine , for the revolting rioters who would be differently strong, possibly robust & supernatural inhabitants of the heavenly kingdom of God , as by now , we’ve become more interested in “frail”fairies , may be weak bodied , humans like Fairies : peace loving fairies; apparently made visible, by the discription , depicted comparisons of juxtaposed ( side by side ) pictures. : : : : Hereafter , The Speaker speaks as “I” : : : : : : ” I went to bed and rose at early dawn
To see them huddled together in a heap,
Each merged into the other upon the lawn,
Worn out by the sharp struggle, fast asleep.” : ( In lines 9 , 10 , 11 , & 12 ) : : : : : : : : ”snow’ is referred to as ” them” : : : : Then , the snow melted as the warmer hours of the day progressed. As the lines 13 & 14 reveals: ” The sun shone brightly on them half the day,
By night they stealthily had stol’n away. ” : :

The ‘Synecdoche’ is a figure of speech substituting a more inclusive term for a less inclusive one Or vice versa. : : : : : The word ” stol’n” in line 14 is synecdochical : : they moved stealthily; they advanced safely to another place : ” down to the calm earth” ( line 8 ) : : : : : : : : : They stole away ” ; “Throughout the afternoon.. . .. . whirling fantastic in the misty air” : ( line 1 & 3 ) : : : : :

II ) In Second Sonnet, there is a personalized dialogue of the Speaker with his lover. He made room for her in his little bed : ( lines 9 , 10 , 11 , & 12 ) : : ” I made room for you in my little bed,
Took covers from the closet fresh and warm,
A downful pillow for your scented head,
And lay down with you resting in my arm.” : : His thoughts turn to them “suddenly.”: : He remembers how his lover came to him. : : : : ” Your hair disheveled, eyes aglow with light.” ( line 4 ) : : There is a simile in line 5 : : in which he compares his heart to the “weather” when his lover came to him. It was filled with powerful emotions that blew like : : ” the wanton winds were blowing loud and long.” ( line 6 ) : : His lover was filled with “joy and passion all aflame.” ( line 7 ) : : when ” upon a winter’s night ( line 2 ) . . .. .
When snow-sprites round my attic window flew, : ( line 3 ) : : “My heart was like the weather when you came,” ( line 5 ) : :Then , all of a sudden the atmosphere of the poem feels warmer and more like summer. : : The Speaker tells his lover , : “You danced and sang a lilting summer song.” ( line 8 ) : : : : Then , In the morning, this person was gone, just like a dream. : : ” And lay down with you resting in my arm.
You went with Dawn. You left me ere the day,” : ( lines 12 , & 13 ) : : That Was ” The lonely actor of a dreamy play.” : ( line 14 ) : :::

The snowfall is supernal parade of “fairies” falling from the sky only to pile up on the ground, merge, and disappear as the day gets warmer: : This pictures are magical and beautiful in both the Sonnets: : A lovely cherished dream sequences for any star 🔯gazer’s fantacy : : Someone, Something , Wonderfull wintertime exploration of the oneiric world : : : : 🌟 🌟 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

The Snow Fairy : Claude Mckay : Sonnet : : Winter Poems : : Information Appreciation and poem Analysis Presented by V Jayaraj Pune India October 29 , 2022 : : : : : : : : : :

Horses : Pablo Neruda : : Winter Poems : :

9 Horses running in a herd on a snowy plain of the misty winter.: : The 9 th one is driven by a rider seen behind the 8 horses . Where is the 10 th horse , perhaps gone ahead of all & not seen in a picture.

Horses ~ Pablo Neruda

From the window I saw the horses.

I was in Berlin, in winter. The light
had no light, the sky had no heaven. 3

The air was white like wet bread. 4

And from my window a vacant arena, 5
bitten by the teeth of winter.

Suddenly driven out by a man,
ten horses surged through the mist.7

Like waves of fire, they flared forward 8
and to my eyes filled the whole world,
empty till then. Perfect, ablaze,
they were like ten gods with pure white hoofs,
with manes like a dream of salt.

Their rumps were worlds and oranges.

Their color was honey, amber, fire.

Their necks were towers
cut from the stone of pride,
and behind their transparent eyes
energy raged, like a prisoner.

There, in silence, at mid-day,
in that dirty, disordered winter,
those intense horses were the blood
the rhythm, the inciting treasure of life.

I looked. I looked and was reborn:
for there, unknowing, was the fountain,
the dance of gold, heaven
and the fire that lives in beauty.

I have forgotten that dark Berlin winter.

I will not forget the light of the horses.

Horses’ by Latin American Poet Pablo Neruda is , a beautiful poem , related to light, darkness, and hope amongst depressing sorrows. We are given to understand how the beautiful experience and its memory can inspire one to go past one’s ‘insipid humdum’ existence and change such person to come alive with becoming a new , attentive , and concerned individual. The bland monotony makes man dull. As , here in this poem , the Speaker sees the world as ” The light had no light, the sky had no heaven ” ( line 3 ) : Meaning a darkness around him in winter in Berlin. But, suddenly through the misty window, he sees “The Ten Horses driven out by a man surged.” ( line 6 & 7 ) : And he uttered,” Like waves of fire , they flared forward ” ( line 8 ) : : In the end of the poem , he changed over his stand with the lines, ” I have forgotten that dark Berlin winter. I will not forget the light of the horses.” : : The sight of the horses, transformed the speaker. He never thought it was this way possible and opens his eyes as he ever has before. This new “light” breaks through the winter darkness and switches him into a new kind of enlightenment. : : : :

Notes for each of the 29 lines pending visit this post again later on to enjoy the appreciation of the poem. ” Horses” A Winter Poem By Pablo Neruda : : Information Appreciation and poem Analysis Presented by V Jayaraj Pune India October 28 , 2022 : : : : : : : :

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