Henry David Thoreau

Concord, Massachusetts
Henry David Thoreau
Concord, Massachusetts

Winter Memories

Rating: 4.1
Within the circuit of this plodding life
There enter moments of an azure hue,
Untarnished fair as is the violet
Or anemone, when the spring stew them
By some meandering rivulet, which make
The best philosophy untrue that aims
But to console man for his grievences.
I have remembered when the winter came,
High in my chamber in the frosty nights,
When in the still light of the cheerful moon,
On the every twig and rail and jutting spout,
The icy spears were adding to their length
Against the arrows of the coming sun,
How in the shimmering noon of winter past
Some unrecorded beam slanted across
The upland pastures where the Johnwort grew;
Or heard, amid the verdure of my mind,
The bee's long smothered hum, on the blue flag
Loitering amidst the mead; or busy rill,
Which now through all its course stands still and dumb
Its own memorial, - purling at its play
Along the slopes, and through the meadows next,
Until its youthful sound was hushed at last
In the staid current of the lowland stream;
Or seen the furrows shine but late upturned,
And where the fieldfare followed in the rear,
When all the fields around lay bound and hoar
Beneath a thick integument of snow.
So by God's cheap economy made rich
To go upon my winter's task again.
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COMMENTS
DygdI 12 December 2018
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Edward Kofi Louis 07 August 2016
This plodding life! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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Akachukwu Lekwauwa 07 August 2016
beautiful memories...to recall
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Karen Sinclair 11 March 2014
Absolutely exquisite. Beautifully nostalgic and descriptive. I actually welled up. The last two lines grasp. Brilliant
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Pranab K Chakraborty 11 March 2012
...The icy spears were adding to their length Against the arrows of the coming sun, ... Beautiful imagery confronting the brilliant metaphor. Excellent touch of conscious.
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Pranab K Chakraborty 11 March 2012
...The icy spears were adding to their length Against the arrows of the coming sun, ... Beautiful imagery confronting the brilliant metaphor. Excellent touch of conscious.
3 4 Reply
Pranab K Chakraborty 11 March 2012
...The icy spears were adding to their length Against the arrows of the coming sun, ... Beautiful imagery confronting the brilliant metaphor. Excellent touch of conscious.
3 4 Reply
Pranab K Chakraborty 11 March 2012
...The icy spears were adding to their length Against the arrows of the coming sun, ... Beautiful imagery confronting the brilliant metaphor. Excellent touch of conscious.
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Sylva Portoian 12 March 2010
Spring always arrives with sun When rays reach grass The land gets stewed So in this way Thoreau means stew hence stewed.
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Gone Away 11 March 2010
English is my first language and I had to consult the dictionary several times! The blue flag refers to the iris plant which is another meaning of the word flag. That would make sense that the bees are humming nearby on the mead (ow) .
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Joseph Poewhit 11 March 2010
'So by GODS cheap economy made rich' struck me in wonderment. GOD, creator of all, created all out of love. Cheap economy, seems a jest at monetary value. Finding beauty in the small quiet, of the silence of winters blanket.
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Ramesh T A 11 March 2010
Before Spring comes and all activities begin everything is under the cover of snow! All are in a frozen state increased by moonlit night and whitened by sunlight morning! This is God's decree! Lover of Nature like Wordsworth, H D Thoreau remembers all happenings in Nature even in winter!
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