By A Xin
静听世界的雪，它来自我们
无法测度的苍穹。天色转暗，一行诗
写到一半；牧羊人和他的羊群
正从山坡走下，穿过棘丛、湿地，暴露在
一片乱石滩上。雪是宇宙的修辞，我们
在其间寻找路径回家，山野蒙受恩宠。
在开阔的河滩上…
无法测度的苍穹。天色转暗，一行诗
写到一半；牧羊人和他的羊群
正从山坡走下，穿过棘丛、湿地，暴露在
一片乱石滩上。雪是宇宙的修辞，我们
在其间寻找路径回家，山野蒙受恩宠。
在开阔的河滩上…
Explore Poems: Winter
Showing 1-20 of 351 poems
- By A XinListen to the snow on earth, falling upon us
From the unknown space. Sky darkens—a line of poetry
Is half… - By Emily Wilsonstripped batting of cloud
glimpsed ligaments
dusk coming up under
lithographic, nib-hatchings
instruments… - By Emily BrontëO transient voyager of heaven!
O silent sign of winter skies!
What adverse wind thy sail has driven… - By Tianna BratcherIt is winter in Anchorage, and I am only as tall as the shoveled snowbanks in the parking lot of the…
- By T. S. EliotI
The winter evening settles down
With smell of steaks in passageways.
Six o’clock.
The burnt-out ends… - By Khadijah QueenIn winter traffic, fog of midday
shoves toward our machines—snow eclipses
the mountainscapes
I drive… - By Angela Voras-HillsOn the bike path, a bunny's body and blood
where the head should be. Something
has torn off its foot… - By Nancy WillardThe snow arrives after long silence
from its high home where nothing leaves
tracks or strains or keeps… - By James CrewsWhen I can no longer say thank you
for this new day and the waking into it,
for the cold scrape of the… - By Janice N. HarringtonUnder the magnolia, a winter-starved hare stills
and pretends it is not there,
and wanting less of … - By Liz BerryIt was the hard winter she came,
frozen larks plummeting through the gloam like falling stars,
each … - By Arthur SzeA rabbit has stopped on the gravel driveway:
imbibing the silence,
you stare at spruce needles:
there… - By C.L. O’DellIt was delivered to me in the snow.
The kids were all sleeping
in separate corners of the house
like… - By Julia SalemIn a bleary part of town,
I traverse the blackboard silence of snow.
Through the slats of the cypresses… - By José Olivarezso when i walk down the street, i hold hands
with the wind. there’s a chimney coughing
up ahead & a … - By Chase BerggrunNear noon in the city in the park
in the salted air in the cold cringe
cringing two hands glued red
… - By Robert WrigleyMore oblique the eagle’s angle
than the osprey’s precipitous fall,
but rose up both and under them dangled… - By Christie TowersA bowl of rose water dreams itself empty
on the radiator: It's December and we can
hardly afford the…