What? No Coleridge? This is the four-day countdown to end the run of no repeats. Beginning 1/1/16, I will no longer seek a new poet each day, but will pull favorite fragments willy nilly; I think I will have made it through two years of no individual poet repeats, except for Christmas Eve’s Moore and the days we lost Tate and Strand. This one’s for the last week of my favorite month, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Fragment 3: Come, come thou bleak December / by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Come, come thou bleak December wind,
And blow the dry leaves from the tree!