Cold
Sometimes a line or two of poetry will stick in the memory although no effort was made to retain them. For me an example is Keats's graphic description of "cold.":
"St. Agnes Eve - Ah bitter chill it was!
The owl, for all his feathers was a-cold;
The hare limp't trembling through the frozen grass,
and silent was the flock in wooly fold."
"St. Agnes Eve - Ah bitter chill it was!
The owl, for all his feathers was a-cold;
The hare limp't trembling through the frozen grass,
and silent was the flock in wooly fold."
posted by Roy H. Thompson Jr. at 8:32 AM
1 Comments:
Hi Roy,
You took me back to my school days with your quote. I remember vividly trying to understand and comment on "Ode to a Grecian Urn" by Keates!! Just read it now, and it makes more sense now that the years have passed.
I gather your remembered quote implies that the weather is still bitterly cold with you?
Love Angie x
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