Thoughts on winter (by other people) 良言一句三冬暖,恶语伤人六月寒 A kind word warms for three winter months, while vile talk wounds like bitter cold in June. (Chinese saying) The fate of the poor shepherd, who, blinded and lost in the snow-storm, perishes in a drift within a few feet of his cottage door, is an emblem of the state of man. On the brink of the waters of life and truth, we are miserably dying. Ralph Waldo Emerson Я вижу тебя Слышу тебя Скажи мне свои тайны И где тебя искать Когда снег начнётся Снег начнётся Zemfira Razmanova The sweeping blast, the sky o’ercast, The joyless winter day Let others fear, to me more dear Than all the pride of May: The tempest’s howl, it soothes my soul, My griefs it seems to join; The leafless trees my fancy please, Their fate resembles mine! Robert Burns The room was suddenly rich and the great bay-window was Spawning snow and pink roses against it Soundlessly collateral and incompatible: World is suddener than we fancy it. World is crazier and more of it than we think, Incorrigibly plural. I peel and portion A tangerine and spit the pips and feel The drunkenness of things being various. And the fire flames with a bubbling sound for world Is more spiteful and gay than one supposes– On the tongue on the eyes on the ears in the palms of your hands– There is more than glass between the snow and the huge roses. Louis Macneice