Tabla de contenidos para Winter 2023 en Siegfried

I Throughout the afternoon I watched them there,Snow-fairies falling, falling from the sky,Whirling fantastic in the misty air,Contending fierce for space supremacy.And they flew down a mightier force at night,As though in heaven there was revolt and riot,And they, frail things had taken panic flightDown to the calm earth seeking peace and quiet.I went to bed and rose at early dawnTo see them huddled together in a heap,Each merged into the other upon the lawn,Worn out by the sharp struggle, fast asleep.The sun shone brightly on them half the day,By night they stealthily had stol’n away. II And suddenly my thoughts then turned to youWho came to me upon a winter’s night,When snow-sprites round my attic window flew,Your hair disheveled, eyes aglow with light.My heart was like the weather when…

This is Festus Claudius "Claude" McKay, the poet whose poem “The Snow Fairy” you read earlier in these pages. Born in Sunny Ville, Jamaica in 1889, McKay emigrated to America in 1912 after receiving an award and stipend from the Jamaican Institute of Arts and Sciences for his verse collection “Songs of Jamaica.” He had begun writing poetry early: encouraged by his schoolteacher brother, Uriah Theophilus McKay and a neighbouring Englishman, Walter Jekyll, McKay was drawn to Milton, Pope, the later Romantics. Deeply imbued with his African heritage, McKay was encouraged by Jekyll to write poetry in Jamaican dialect. The results were “Songs of Jamaica” and “Constab Ballads.” Returning to America in 1921 after travelling to Europe, McKay was active in several social causes, pressing for the rights of Black…

In the winter forest creatures great and small have gone to ground. My usual companions — the red squirrel, the white-tailed jackrabbit, the black bear — have tucked themselves away against the hard cold of this afternoon. I walk alone, but my pockets hide seeds for my heartier avian neighbours. A pair of whiskey jacks are bold, never fearing my outstretched palm. Their nest is woven with feathers, fur, twigs, and bark. Tonight I will abandon my wilderness for the company of friends. Solitude and society mark this season. These dualities suit me: Spending daylight wandering abroad, later I will wrap my arm along the back of a chair, a glass of mulled wine hanging from my fingers. My companions keep me out until eleven, when I return home under…

STAY, SEASON OF CALM LOVE AND SOULFUL SNOWS!THERE IS A SUBTLE SWEETNESS IN THE SUN,THE RIPPLES ON THE STREAM’S BREAST GAILY RUN,THE WIND MORE BOISTEROUSLY BY ME BLOWS,AND EACH SUCCEEDING DAY NOW LONGER GROWS.THE BIRDS A GLADDER MUSIC HAVE BEGUN,THE SQUIRREL, FULL OF MISCHIEF AND OF FUN,FROM MAPLES’ TOPMOST BRANCH THE BROWN TWIG THROWS.I READ THESE PREGNANT SIGNS, KNOW WHAT THEY MEAN:I KNOW THAT THOU ART MAKING READY TO GO.OH STAY! I FLED A LAND WHERE FIELDS ARE GREENALWAYS, AND PALMS WAVE GENTLY TO AND FRO,AND WINDS ARE BALMY, BLUE BROOKS EVER SHEEN,TO EASE MY HEART OF ITS IMPASSIONED WOE. FROM Harlem Shadows1921…

AN EXCEPT FROM CHAPTER FIVE Dulce Donum The sheep ran huddling together against the hurdles, blowing out thin nostrils and stamping with delicate fore-feet, their heads thrown back and a light steam rising from the crowded sheep-pen into the frosty air, as the two animals hastened by in high spirits, with much chatter and laughter. They were returning across country after a long day's outing with Otter, hunting and exploring on the wide uplands, where certain streams tributary to their own River had their first small beginnings; and the shades of the short winter day were closing in on them, and they had still some distance to go. Plodding at random across the plough, they had heard the sheep and had made for them; and now, leading from the sheep-pen,…

“But all the ways of the owl are ways of softness and duskiness. His wings are shod with silence, his plumage is edged with down.” The country is more of a wilderness, more of a wild solitude, in the winter than in the summer. The wild comes out. The urban, the cultivated, is hidden or negatived. You shall hardly know a good field from a poor, a meadow from a pasture, a park from a forest. Lines and boundaries are disregarded; gates and bar-ways are unclosed; man lets go his hold upon the earth; title-deeds are deep buried beneath the snow; the best-kept grounds relapse to a state of nature; under the pressure of the cold all the wild creatures become outlaws, and roam abroad beyond their usual haunts. The…

Poetry Akhmatova, Anna. “Snow.” poetryfoundation.org. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/browse?volume=70&issue=5&page=21 McKay, Claude."The Snow Fairy." Harlem Shadows: The Poems of Claude McKay. Harcourt, Brace, and Company, 1922. https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/64989/pg64989-images.html ---. "To Winter." Harlem Shadows: The Poems of Claude McKay. Harcourt, Brace, and Company, 1922. https://www. gutenberg.org/cache/epub/64989/pg64989-images.html Prose Editor's Note Webster, Jean. Daddy-Long-Legs, 1 Aug. 1994. Retreived 13 Dec. 2022, https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/157 "hibernal, adj." OED Online, Oxford University Press, December 2022, www.oed.com/view/Entry/86662. Accessed 15 December 2022. The Forest in Winter Morrison, Toni. Beloved. Vintage, 2004. The Wind in the Willows Grahame, Kenneth. The Wind in the Willows, 1 July, 1995. Accessed 13 Dec. 2022, from https://www.guten-berg.org/ebooks/289 Editorical Notes to The Wind in the Willows Published Sources Dennison, Matthew. The Man in the Willows: The Life of Kenneth Grahame. Pegasus Books, 2019. Periodicals “Books are the Best Presents.” The…

Front Cover Mauve, Anton. Riders in the Snow in the Haagse Bos, Watercolour on Paper. 1880, Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam, NL. https://www.rijksmuseum.nl/en/collection/ SK-A-2443 Holly Pattern, Vintage Print. https://www.etsy.com/listing/1323601553/holly-pattern-vintage-print-neutral-sage Ehret, Georg Dionysius. Juniper. Gouache and Graphite on Vellum. 1745. Getty Centre, Los Angeles, CA. https://www.getty.edu/art/collection/object/109AHC Thoma, Hans. Die ‘Oede’ bei Frankfurt im Winter. 1879. https://artvee.com/dl/die-oede-bei-frankfurt-im-winter/ Borisov, Alexandr. Winter. 1913. https://artvee.com/dl/winter-31/ Carleton, Guy Wiggins. Snow Storm on the Avenue. 1917-8. https://artvee.com/dl/snow-storm-on-the-avenue Gløersen, Jacob. Winter, Oil on Canvas. 1894, National Museum, Oslo, NO. https://www.nasjonalmuseet.no/samlingen/objekt/NG.M.00440 Halonen, Pekka. Hay Loads, Oil on Canvas. 1899, Finnish National Gallery, Helsinki, FI. https://www.kansallisgalleria.fi/fi/object/509151 Liljefors, Bruno. Hare in Winter, Oil on Canvas. 1905. The Thiel Gallery, Stockholm, SE. https://thielska. zetcom.net/en/collection/item/402/ Purvītis, Vilhelms. Winter. 1910. https://artvee.com/dl/winter-12 Andersen-Lundby, Anders. Empty Weather in a Beech Forest, Oil on Canvas. 1881, Statens Museum of Art,…