January Poems - Poems For January
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1.The Shepheardes Calender: Januarie
Januarie: Ægloga Prime. Colin Cloute.
A Shepeheards boye (no better doe him call)
when Winters wastful spight was almost spent,
All in a sunneshine day, as did befall,
Led forth his flock, that had been long ypent.
So faynt they woxe, and feeble in the folde,
That now vnnethes their feete could them vphold.
All as the Sheepe, such was the shepeheards looke,
For pale and wanne he was, (alas the while,)
May seeme he lovd, or els some care he tooke:
Well couth he tune his pipe, and frame his stile.
Tho to a hill his faynting flocke he ledde,
And thus him playnd, the while his shepe there fedde.
Ye gods of loue, that pitie louers payne,
(if any gods the paine of louers pitie):
Looke from aboue, where you in ioyes remaine,
And bowe your eares vnto my doleful dittie.
And Pan thou shepheards God, that once didst loue,
Pitie the paines, that thou thy selfe didst proue.
Thou barrein ground, whome winters wrath hath wasted,
Art made a myrrhour, to behold my plight:
Whilome thy fresh spring flowrd, and after hasted
Thy sommer prowde with Daffadillies dight.
And now is come thy wynters stormy state,
Thy mantle mard, wherein thou mas-kedst late.
Such rage as winters, reigneth in my heart,
My life bloud friesing wtih vnkindly cold:
Such stormy stoures do breede my balefull smarte,
As if my yeare were wast, and woxen old.
And yet alas, but now my spring begonne,
And yet alas, yt is already donne.
You naked trees, whose shady leaves are lost,
Wherein the byrds were wont to build their bowre:
And now are clothd with mosse and hoary frost,
Instede of bloosmes, wherwith your buds did flowre:
I see your teares, that from your boughes doe raine,
Whose drops in drery ysicles remaine.
All so my lustfull leafe is drye and sere,
My timely buds with wayling all are wasted:
The blossome, which my braunch of youth did beare,
With breathed sighes is blowne away, & blasted,
And from mine eyes the drizling teares descend,
As on your boughes the ysicles depend.
Thou feeble flocke, whose fleece is rough and rent,
Whose knees are weak through fast and evill fare:
Mayst witnesse well by thy ill gouernement,
Thy maysters mind is ouercome with care.
Thou weak, I wanne: thou leabe, I quite forlorne:
With mourning pyne I, you with pyning mourne.
A thousand sithes I curse that carefull hower,
Wherein I longd the neighbour towne to see:
And eke tenne thousand sithes I blesse the stoure,
Wherein I sawe so fayre a sight, as shee.
Yet all for naught: snch [such] sight hath bred my bane.
Ah God, that loue should breede both ioy and payne.
It is not Hobbinol, wherefore I plaine,
Albee my loue he seeke with dayly suit:
His clownish gifts and curtsies I disdaine,
His kiddes, his cracknelles, and his early fruit.
Ah foolish Hobbinol, thy gyfts bene vayne:
Colin them gives to Rosalind againe.
I loue thilke lasse, (alas why doe I loue?)
And am forlorne, (alas why am I lorne?)
Shee deignes not my good will, but doth reproue,
And of my rurall musick holdeth scorne.
Shepheards deuise she hateth as the snake,
And laughes the songes, that Colin Clout doth make.
Wherefore my pype, albee rude Pan thou please,
Yet for thou pleasest not, where most I would:
And thou vnlucky Muse, that wontst to ease
My musing mynd, yet canst not, when thou should:
Both pype and Muse, shall sore the while abye.
So broke his oaten pype, and downe dyd lye.
By that, the welked Phoebus gan availe,
His weary waine, and nowe the frosty Night
Her mantle black through heauen gan overhaile.
Which seene, the pensife boy halfe in despight
Arose, and homeward drove his sonned sheepe,
Whose hanging heads did seeme his carefull case to weepe. read more »
Because the pleasure-bird whistles after the hot wires,
Shall the blind horse sing sweeter?
Convenient bird and beast lie lodged to suffer
The supper and knives of a mood. read more »
3.Sonnet 73: That time of year thou mayst in me behold
That time of year thou mayst in me behold,
When yellow leaves, or none, or few do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang. read more »
4.A Calendar of Sonnets: January
O Winter! frozen pulse and heart of fire,
What loss is theirs who from thy kingdom turn
Dismayed, and think thy snow a sculptured urn
Of death! Far sooner in midsummer tire read more »
5.The Months -new-
Contorted by wind,
mere armatures for ice or snow,
the trees resolve read more »
6.In California: Morning, Evening, Late January
Pale, then enkindled,
advancing read more »
7.January in New York
Black ship of night
sailing through the world
& the moon an orange slice
tangy to the teeth read more »
8.No Possum, No Sop, No Taters -new-
He is not here, the old sun,
As absent as if we were asleep.
The field is frozen. The leaves are dry. read more »
COLD January comes in Winter's car,
Thick hung with icicles-its heavy wheels
Cumbered with clogging snow, which cracks and peels
With its least motion or concussive jar read more »
10.The Twelve Months
SNOWY, Flowy, Blowy,
Showery, Flowery, Bowery,
Hoppy, Croppy, Droppy,
Breezy, Sneezy, Freezy. read more »
I have discovered that most of
the beauties of travel are due to read more »
12.In January -new-
In January it's so nice,
While slipping on the sliding ice,
To sip hot chicken soup with rice.
Sipping once, sipping twice, read more »
New January Poems
- Day Moon, Thomas James Martin
- Warm Winter, Luo Zhihai
- January Warmth, Panmelys Leschevin d'Ere
- Words with no Rhyme or Reason, Holly Wotherspoon
- Almost Spring, Robert Ronnow
- A deluge of tears, Ruth Walters
- ' [ January ] ', Ency Bearis
- Frangipani's January Magic, Indira Renganathan
- January, Ruth Walters
- December, John Shea
- Nature Of History, Masereka Amos
- Alankar(Decor) -157, Indira Renganathan
- Snowdrop, David Wood
- January Wolf, Raven Syke
- Day Moon Haiku, Chenou Liu
- January Sky, Dorothy (Alves) Holmes
- Merry January, Vidi Pudinkz
- For an Otter, Belinda Nelson
- Oh So Ready, Theodora (Theo) Onken
- On the Twelfth Day of Christmas, Monty Gilmer
- On the Eleventh Day of Christmas, Monty Gilmer
- If I Make It, Lawerence Mize, Sr.
- January, McKenzie Nofer
- Happy 2011, Henry Brown
- Haikus, Robert Siney
- A Wool Fleet Chorus, Cicely Fox Smith
- Haiti 2010, Michael Kersting
- *808 GARNET BIRTHSTONE OF JANUARY, John Knight
- ! SONG OF JANUARY!, Rema Prasanaa
- ! LIGHT OF LAMP!, Ajay Pisharody
- Anabella Snowflake, Guillermo Veloso
- -I LOVED YOU IN NOVEMBER -, Emu Getachew
- Facetious, Dennis Murphy
- Fate Drops Its Bombs, Laurene Roup
- The Year, Naveed Akram
- January Warmth, Melanie Dickie
- In January In Duhallow, Francis Duggan
- Springtime In Winter One More Time, Joyce Hemsley
- January, John Shea
- How January Is Propelled To Spring, C Richard Miles
- Of Winter's End, Richard A. O'Connor
- OBAMA'S OATH, Aldo Kraas
- 12 Months In New England, Aaron Brown
- Skip Through the Year, Jenny Diamond
- January rains, as i remember, RIC S. BASTASA
- January Rain, Toni Atchison
- January rhyme haiku, Peter S. Quinn
- #209 Haiku Grazing Horses, Dorothy (Alves) Holmes
- june in january, gershon hepner
- BEFORE BEDTIME, Dónall Dempsey
- January, Marjorie DeBol DeFazio
- Jenny I will never forget you, Mary Wismer
- #187 Haiku I Hear Music, Dorothy (Alves) Holmes
- BALLAD OF JANUARY, Aldo Kraas
- January Drear, Victoria Hughes
- Haiku You I Am, Jonathan ROBIN
- Haiku Incandescence, Jonathan ROBIN
- The Day, nicola burkett
- Peak Perfection, Billy Thompson
- Ocean View, Billy Thompson
- January Blues, Daphne Grant
- Happy New Year, Stanley Cooper
- John Nash’s Beautiful Mind (Senryu), chanda panda
- January The Eagle, Will David
- Where Angels Always Go, The Dreamer
- carpe diem