Poetry Fridays: Stopping by Woods on a Sweltering Evening

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Rebecca Gambale, Program Associate, Poetry

Michele Russo, Poetry Coordinator

“Stopping by Woods on a Sweltering Evening” just doesn’t have the same ring does it?  But a snowy evening sure sounds nice right now.

We had originally planned this week’s blog as a tribute to summer.  We started putting together a list of poems about frogs in streams and cool night breezes and the scent of honeysuckle.  But the heat wave has dampened our enthusiasm for summer, and we have been finding ourselves wishing for an escape.

What better way to escape than to read poems about winter.  We noticed that wintertime poems often have a markedly different tone than summer poems.  There’s more reflection, isolation and loss expressed in these poems.  Something about the cold and the shorter days has that effect on us.  We hope you’ll take a moment to retreat from your day into these cold and beautiful poems.  And if you have any other tips for staying cool, we’d love to hear them.  Enjoy!

How Is It That The Snow, Robert Haight

Heart, My Box of Snow, Rebecca Hoogs

The Dead of Winter, Samuel Menashe

Winter Trees, William Carlos Williams

Snow, Naomi Shihab Nye


Did you know that the Dodge Poetry Program has a YouTube channel? Take a look – view video clips from past biennial Festivals! You can also join the conversation on Facebook, and follow us on Twitter @dodgepoetryfest. See you there!

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5 Responses to Poetry Fridays: Stopping by Woods on a Sweltering Evening

  1. Thank you for this refreshing reflection. I could taste the snow in my mouth.

    Jackie G.

  2. Michele Russo says:

    We’re glad it worked Jackie!

  3. Priscilla Orr says:

    It’s beautiful, but in Sussex County, we can wait for the snow. 🙂

    Love the wise trees and liquid moon in the Williams poem. And Nye’s poem is stunning with that question: “How there can be a place so cold any movement saves you.”


  4. Michele Russo says:

    We’re glad you enjoyed it Priscilla.

  5. Holly Woodward says:

    Recently, I discussed this little known winter poem by Frost:
    Dust of Snow

    The way a crow
    Shook down on me
    The dust of snow
    From a hemlock tree

    Has given my heart
    A change of mood
    And saved some part
    Of a day I had rued.
    Robert Frost
    At first, the students thought it a trifle, then dug deeper, and said it gave one a sense of the shiver that comes with a brush of death, that glittery vision of how ephemeral and beautiful the world is.

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