In a Station of the Metro
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
Are you alive?
I touch you.
You quiver like a sea-fish.
I cover you with my net.
What are you—banded one?
with holidays and frozen toes, with endings and beginnings.
The days are short. The nights are long. The air is cold. Good time to light a candle.
Here are are some poems for your winter enjoyment, offered by The Academy of American Poets.
Be sure to check the "Related Poems" links on each page. Scroll down and read about the poet.