392nd Virtual Poetry Circle

Welcome to the 392nd Virtual Poetry Circle!

Remember, this is just for fun and is not meant to be stressful.

Keep in mind what Molly Peacock’s book suggested.

Look at a line, a stanza, sentences, and images; describe what you like or don’t like; and offer an opinion. If you missed my review of her book, check it out here.

Today’s poem is from Helen Hunt Jackson:


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 
The streams than under ice. June could not hire 
Her roses to forego the strength they learn 
In sleeping on thy breast. No fires can burn 
The bridges thou dost lay where men desire 
In vain to build. 
        O Heart, when Love’s sun goes 
To northward, and the sounds of singing cease, 
Keep warm by inner fires, and rest in peace. 
Sleep on content, as sleeps the patient rose. 
Walk boldly on the white untrodden snows, 
The winter is the winter’s own release.

What are your thoughts?


  1. I wish this was a season I enjoyed but I dread it every year. Poems make it sound beautiful.

  2. Anna (Diary of an Eccentric) says

    Beautiful poem!

  3. Suko http://www.sukosnotebook says

    Wonderful winter poem! We had some winter weather here, in the form of rain. Now it looks like spring here.

  4. Beth Hoffman says

    I love the cold breath of winter, so this poem really spoke to me. Lovely.