I pity you:
So black,
Downcast,
Pale as if
All your blood has been drawn,
Drawn or sucked
By a cruel beauty;
Beauty of a white storm,
Leaving you stark,
Empty,
Broken hearted.
Poor Winter,
Why do you come?
When you are bereft
Of love,
Of warm emotion;
So cold,
So hollow …
There’s the wind
Blowing in your blank mind,
Inciting evil.
Why do you come to us?
We meek,
Vulnerable,
Feeling humans.
We need each other
To warm us up
In defence.
That brings us close,
Makes lovers of us –
Perhaps,
That’s why you come!
Anuradha, you have highlighted a pessimistic view of winter,perhaps depicting a pessimistic outlook of life in the beginning of the poem.However towards the end you have been a true optimist: "we need each other to warm us up in defence. That brings us close...."Wonderful analysis of life in the disguise of the winter.I may be wrong in my interpretation of the poem.Yet it is truely fascinating.
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