Be Off Says Winter’s Snows
by: Victor Hugo
Be off!” say Winter’s snows;
“Now it’s my turn to sing!”
So, startled, quivering,
Not daring to oppose
(Our fortitude grows dim in
The face of a Quos ego),
Away, my songs, must we go
Before those virile women!
Rain. We are forced to fly,
Everywhere, utterly.
End of the comedy.
Come, swallows, it’s good-bye.
Wind, sleet. The branches sway,
Writhing their stunted limbs,
And off the white smoke swims
Across the heavens’ gray.
A pallid yellow lingers
Over the chilly dale.
My keyhole blows a gale
Onto my frozen fingers.
Other Poems about Winter
- The Sonnets of Orpheus – Rilke Maria Rainer
- Happy Insensibilities – John Keats
- Winter Poems for Children
- Poems at Amazon.com
Photo by Richard (Oxford, 2006)