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Poem for December 2008
• How Like a winter hath my absence been - Sonnet 97
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By
William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
Saturday,
6 December, 2008
How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
What old December’s bareness every where!
And yet this time remov’d was summer’s time;
The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,
Bearing the wanton burden of the prime,
Like widow’d wombs after their lords’ decease:
Yet this abundant issue seem’d to me
But hope of orphans and unfather’d fruit;
For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,
And, thou away, the very birds are mute:
Or, if they sing, ’tis with so dull a cheer,
That leaves look pale, dreading the winter’s near.
by William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
Something a bit older this month, a winter's sonnet by England's greatest dramatist the Elizabethan William Shakespeare.
The Naked Reader 2008
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