A nipping day, a biting day.

poetry, winter,

The sun is shining,
but I added a wool blanket to my bedclothes
this winter morning.

 
Today’s a nipping day, a biting day;
In which one wants a shawl,
A veil, a cloak, and other wraps:
I cannot ope to everyone who taps,
And let the draughts come whistling thro’ my hall;
Come bounding and surrounding me,
Come buffeting, astounding me,
Nipping and clipping thro’ my wraps and all.

-Christina Rossetti

7 thoughts on “A nipping day, a biting day.”

    1. It was unseasonably warm here at the beginning of the month, but now that it feels like January, there are also signs of spring on the way. I thought I better post the poem as soon as the nipping was more biting, even if we always do have more temperate weather than many of my readers — like you!

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  3. I’ve been reading a little book of poems by Ruth Pitter. On the one hand, I can tell she’s a wonderful poet. On the other, they seem gloomy to me, if that’s the right word for it, but I’m not sure it is. They seem beautiful, but I am not drawn to any one of them in particular, because they are – dark? I honestly don’t know what the word is that I’m looking for. Maybe I don’t understand them. I find myself missing Christina Rossetti!

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      1. Yes, yes. Look into her writing. You are the poetry person around here; your opinion would be helpful. (now you know I’ll be waiting for you to get a hold of her work!) 😀

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