Monday, February 4, 2013


Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,
A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;
Blinks but an hour or two; and then,
A blood-red orange, sets again.

Before the stars have left the skies,
At morning in the dark I rise;
And shivering in my nakedness,
By the cold candle, bathe and dress.

Close by the jolly fire I sit
To warm my frozen bones a bit;
Or with a reindeer-sled, explore
The colder countries round the door.

When, to go out, my nurse doth wrap
Me in my comforter and cap:
The cold wind burns my face, and blows
Its frosty pepper up my nose.

Black are my steps on silver sod;
Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;
And tree and house, and hill and lake,
Are frosted like a wedding-cake.

-Robert Louis Stevenson

P.S. Have I told you guys I'm taking a graduate course in children's literature? (One of the perks of working in higher ed!) This week we're studying poetry :)


  1. OH MY GOD. Graduate course in children's lit? Sounds dreamy.

  2. Right!?! I'm cooking up a post on what it's been like to be a student again, along with favorite books from the course (so far!).


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