Winter Comments

Simply superb and great.

Superb! The best of the best.

A lovely poem. I really enjoyed reading it.

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Superb poem

not cool broi i really feel offended

YEP another great poem to analysis

Another great poem I learnt at grammar school 1954, and I can still quote it.William, your a genius

The best poem about winter ever the images as fresh as they were back in the 16th. Century, they all ring true today.

good poem but could be better

I think this poem is just incredible, it is one of my favourites ever. I am not interested in analysing every single line or word. As far as l am concerned from the first time l read it it made me shiver, the freezing weather conveyed through the characters is just amazing. You can clearly visualise the setting and the conditions, amazing.

Studied the poem Winter for gcse English literature along with Macbeth Thos Hardy Under the greenwood tree along with other pieces which I cannot remember. This was 1948/ 50

I first read this in Grade School and loved it dearly then. With so very few words he does paint a complete picture of the winters I recall. It almost makes me cold. Did I shiver?

Wonderful poem from the great poet...repetition of the staring owl, and Joan doth keel the pot. adds more grace to the poem....excellent description of winter

A beautiful poem................................

Not a huge Shakespeare fan - though this poem seems palatable. Still the language barrier causes me to wonder too much to really enjoy. Blowing a nail? I agree that 'ways be foul' probably means any trek outdoors. A commenter below mentioned that the narrator might be in love. I didn't get that feeling. Unless 'greasy Jane' is a heck of a lot more attractive than she sounds!

'ways be foul' probably means 'paths are muddy'

'ways be foul' probably means 'paths are muddy'.

A nice warming write of Tom Dick Marion and Joan Surprisingly easy calming write by The Man. Seems to be the write of a man in love who is appreciating the smaller niceties in life with humour.

..........a perfect poem for winter...