A liquid moon
moves gently among
the long branches.
Thus having prepared their buds
against a sure winter
the wise trees
stand sleeping in the cold.
William Carlos Williams, excerpt from Winter Trees, in Sour Grapes: A Book of Poems (The Four Seas Company, 1921)
In winter with warm tears I’ll melt the snow
And keep eternal spring-time on thy face.
William Shakespeare, Titus Andronicus, Act 3, Scene 1 (approx. 1593)
And if it happens that you cannot
go on or turn back
and you find yourself
where you will be at the end,
in that final flowing of cold through your limbs
that you love what you are.
Mark Strand, excerpt from Lines for Winter, in New Selected Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 2007)
Among the smoke and fog of a December afternoon
You have the scene arrange itself — as it will seem to do—
With « I have saved this afternoon for you »;
And four wax candles in the darkened room,
Four rings of light upon the ceiling overhead
T.S. Eliot, excerpt from Portrait of a Lady, first published in the magazine Others: A Magazine of the New Verse (1915)