These are the shortened daysand the endless nights. Carol Ann Duffy, from Mean Time (1993) Gloomy December.The doldrum days of the dead of winter.These are the shortest daysand the endless nights.So wish for the moonand long for the light. Chill winds. Relentless rain.Dark to go to work in, darkness home again.But, given just one fine […]
Now wheel and hoof and horn In every street Stunned to its chimney-tops, In every murky street — Each lamp-lit gorge by traffic rent Asunder, Ravines of serried shops By business tempests torn — In every echoing street, From early morn Till jaded night falls dead, Wheel, hoof, and horn Tumultuous thunder Beat Under A […]
Before the fields have finished,
Before the Christmas tree,
Wonder upon wonder
Will arrive to me!
You’re building another Christmas for one, /decorating the present with sparkly / lights & glitter, a long line of cards…
Heap on more wood! the wind is chill;
But let it whistle as it will,
We’ll keep our Christmas merry still.
Each age has deem’d the new-born year
The fittest time for festal cheer
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
/ Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
/ The stockings were…
Orphean sprig! Melting baby! Warm chihuahua!
The vale of tears is powerless before you.
Whether Christ is born, or is not born, you
put paid to fate, it abdicates
under the Christmas lights.
I heard the bells on Christmas Day
/ Their old, familiar carols play,
/ And wild and sweet
Now mirk December’s dowie face
/ Glowrs owr the rigs wi sour grimace,
/ While, thro’ his minimum of space,