Winter The Huntsman: Osbert Sitwell

Through his iron glades

Rides Winter the Huntsman,

All colour fades

As his horn is heard sighing.

Far through the forest

His wild hooves crash and thunder,

Till many a mighty branch

Is torn asunder.

And the red reynard creeps

To his hole near the river,

The copper leaves fall

And the bare trees shiver.

As night creeps from the ground,

Hides each tree from its brother,

And each dying sound

Reveals yet another.

Is it Winter the Huntsman

Who gallops through his iron glades,

Cracking his cruel whip

To the gathering shades?

Summary: In this poem, 'Winter The Huntsman,' the poet Osbert Sitwell describes about Winter The Huntsman who rides on his noble steed in the middle of the forest during winter to search for his next prey. That time all colours are fading as he runs through his iron glades. His horn is heard sighing while he is running through the cold wind. The crash and thunder of wild hooves heard from far away until mighty branches are divided. The red reynard moves to its hole near the river, the copper leaves fall and the bare trees shiver during that time. When night comes each tree hides from others, but at the same time each dying sound reveals another.

The Road Not Taken: Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, 

And sorry I could not travel both 

And be one traveler, long I stood 

And looked down one as far as I could 

To where it bent in the undergrowth; 

Then took the other, as just as fair, 

And having perhaps the better claim, 

Because it was grassy and wanted wear; 

Though as for that the passing there 

Had worn them really about the same, 

And both that morning equally lay 

In leaves no step had trodden black. 

Oh, I kept the first for another day! 

Yet knowing how way leads on to way, 

I doubted if I should ever come back. 

I shall be telling this with a sigh 

Somewhere ages and ages hence: 

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— 

I took the one less traveled by, 

And that has made all the difference.

Summary: ‘The Road Not Taken’ written by Robert Frost is a nice poem depicting the minds of the modern men. Here dilemma which is a common feature of a modern man is nicely shown. Through the traveler, the poet shows the indecisive aspects of the people. A common or an ordinary person normally takes or follows the much trodden path whereas the modern traveller takes the less trodden one. Finally, we also see that the traveler does not bother for undergoing the risk of his life.

Silver: Walter de la Mare

Slowly, silently, now the moon

Walks the night in her silver shoon;

This way, and that, she peers, and sees

Silver fruit upon silver trees;

One by one the casements catch

Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;

Couched in his kennel, like a log,

With paws of silver sleeps the dog;

From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep

Of doves in sliver feathered sleep

A harvest mouse goes scampering by,

With silver claws, and silver eye;

And moveless fish in the water gleam,

By silver reeds in a silver stream.

Summary: In this poem, 'Silver,' the poet Walter de la Mare describes the visible effects of moon light on countryside at night. As the moon walks silently over the human settlements below everything turns silver. It moves over the trees, making them appear silver. The silver beams of moon is reflecting on the window. It is also reflecting off the sleeping dog's paws in the dog house. The moon is reflecting off the sleeping doves' chest. It is also reflecting on harvest mouse's claws and eyes which is running. The motionless fish and water of a stream turn silver by the moon light.