On Year 3: January’s Poems
January! What a hard month. The cruelest one–don’t you believe anyone who tells you that’s April. The big come-down off the holiday high, the wind howling down from the north, freezing everything it touches…and then suddenly, a day with a warm south wind that gives you a hint of what you’ve been missing, before yanking you back into the deep-freeze. I have such trouble with January. It saps me emotionally, more than anything else.
And yet, it’s a month which has encouraged so many poets to sit and take up the pen. Perhaps because it’s ever so much better to huddle next to the woodstove and battle with words than to go outside and battle with frostbite?
In any case, here are some poems for this month:
January 2, Wednesday: “New Year Resolve” by May Sarton
January 3, Thursday: “Glass Night” by Wes McNair
January 4, Friday: “Orchard Trees, January” by Richard Wilbur
January 7, Monday: “Wind” by Ted Hughes
January 8, Tuesday: “The Snow that Never Drifts” by Emily Dickinson
January 9, Wednesday: “Myth Dispelled” by Adam Possner (because everyone’s getting the flu!)
January 10, Thursday: “Witness” by Denise Levertov
January 11, Friday: “You, Reading This, Be Ready” by William Stafford
January 14, Monday: “Thaw” by Edward Thomas
January 15, Tuesday: “Now Winter Nights Enlarge” by Thomas Campion
January 16, Wednesday: “The Snow Storm” by Edna St. Vincent Millay (anyone who can use “hexagonal” as an end-rhyming word is a goddess)
January 17: Thursday: “The Bridge” by Dawn Potter
January 18, Friday: “Cold Poem” by Mary Oliver
January 21, Monday: no school–Martin Luther King Day
January 22, Tuesday: “Poem About an Owl” by Deborah Garrison
January 23-25, Wednesday-Friday: midterm exams.
January 28, Monday: “A Little Shiver” by Barton Sutter
January 29, Tuesday: “Good-bye and Keep Cold” by Robert Frost
January 30, Wednesday: What? A snow day? Well, ice, really, but the end’s the same.
January 31, Thursday: “A South Wind–has a pathos” by Emily Dickinson
And so–we made it. Through January, to its strangely balmy end. Wonder what’s in store for February? Hey, you! You reading this! Send me some poem titles! Thanks.