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December Snow – 19 December 2008
As I write this, it is afternoon and snow has been falling heavily
for several hours. Looking out the window, I can see that the lake is
totally obscured – everything is white except for bare branches and
the evergreen trees that stand out in contrast. It’s a really
beautiful sight!
For today I’ve chosen this poem about December by John Keats, one of
the greatest English Romantic poets. He died of tuberculosis at the age
of 26, not realizing that one day he would be considered one of the
finest poets to have written in the English language. His own melancholy
epitaph provides evidence that he had no idea of the high esteem in
which his work would be held: “Here lies one whose name was writ in
water.”
In a Drear-Nighted December
John Keats (1795-1821)
In a drear-nighted December,
Too happy, happy tree,
Thy branches ne’er remember
Their green felicity:
The north cannot undo them
With a sleety whistle through them;
Nor frozen thawings glue them
From budding at the prime.
In a drear-nighted December,
Too happy, happy brook,
Thy bubblings ne’er remember
Apollo’s summer look;
But with a sweet forgetting,
They stay their crystal fretting,
Never, never petting
About the frozen time.
Ah! would ’twere so with many
A gentle girl and boy!
But were there ever any
Writh’d not at passčd joy?
To know the change and feel it,
When there is none to heal it,
Nor numbčd sense to steel it –
Was never said in rhyme.
For a collection of poems and stories, visit:
http://www.all-creatures.org/poetrydir.html
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"Joyful Curmudgeon"
An oxymoron?
No! I see all the beauty of God's creation and I'm joyful. At the
same time, I see all the suffering and corruption going on in the
world, and feel called to help expose and end it so that we may have true
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