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# Weekend Words: Winter (2014 Edition)
- URL: https://hyperallergic.com/weekend-words-winter-2014-edition/
- Published: 2014-02-09T14:30:59.000Z
- Updated: 2025-11-24T16:33:55.000Z
- Description: A year ago, Weekend Words gave winter its due. After the week we've had, a revisit seemed in order, this time an all-poetry tribute.
- Author: Weekend Editors
- Tags: Opinion, Weekend, Weekend Words, #wp, #wp-post, #image-position-hidden, #Import 2025-11-24 07:03 (2014, 2015, part 1)

![winter](https://storage.ghost.io/c/51/f8/51f871d8-b6be-4a73-b958-0ca4fff0110a/content/images/hyperallergic-newspack-s3-amazonaws-com/uploads/2014/02/winter.jpg)

Gustave Caillebotte, “Snow-Covered Roofs in Paris” (1878), oil on canvas, 64 x 82 cm (Musée d’Orsay, Paris) (image via Web Gallery of Art)

A year ago, Weekend Words gave winter its due. After the week we’ve had, a revisit seemed in order, this time an all-poetry tribute:

> “One must have a mind of winter  
> To regard the frost and the boughs  
> Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;  
>  
> And have been cold a long time  
> To behold the junipers shagged with ice,  
> The spruces rough in the distant glitter  
>  
> Of the January sun.”  
>  
> **—Wallace Stevens, “The Snow Man” (1921)**

> “The ways deep, the weather sharp, the days short, the sun farthest off in solstitio burial, the very dead of Winter.”  
>  
> **—*Ode of the Nativity* (1622)**

> “How like winter hath my absence been  
> From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!  
> What freezings I have felt, what dark days seen!  
> What old December’s bareness everywhere!  
>  
> **—William Shakespeare, “Sonnet 97” (1609)**

> “The English winter—ending in July,  
> To recommence in August.”  
>  
> **—Lord Byron, *Don Juan* (1819)**

> “Ah, woe is me! Winter is come and gone,  
> But grief returns with the revolving year.”  
>  
> **—Percy Bysshe Shelley, *Adonais* (1821)**

> “In the bleak midwinter  
> Frosty wind made moan,  
> Earth stood hard as iron,  
> Water like a stone;  
> Snow had fallen, snow on snow,  
> Snow on snow,  
> In the bleak midwinter,  
> Long ago.”  
>  
> **—Christina Rossetti, “Mid-Winter” (1862)**

> “For winter’s rains and ruins are over,  
> And all the seasons of snows and sins;  
> The days dividing lover and lover,  
> The light that loses, the night that wins;  
> And time remembered is grief forgotten,  
> And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,  
> And in green underwood and cover  
> Blossom by blossom the spring begins.”  
>  
> **—Algernon Charles Swinburne, *Atalanta in Calydon* (1865)**