(Haverhill, Massachusetts, 17 December 1807 – 7 September 1892 Hampton Falls, New Hampshire).
American Quaker, reformer and poet who belonged to the group of the Fireside Poets. Whittier was a pioneer in regional literature and a passionate campaigner for humanitarian causes, especially the abolition of slavery. His first poems were published in 1826 by his friend William Lloyd Garrison. From 1828 to 1832, Whittier edited and wrote stories, sketches and poems. His first two published books, Legends of New England (1831) and the poem Moll Pitcher (1832), deal with everyday life in the county.
John Greenleaf Whittier. Photo: wikipedia.org
The sun that brief December day rose cheerless over hills of gray, and darkly circled, gave at noon a sadder light than the waning moon.
Photo by 1848993
Oh for boyhood’s time of June, crowding years in one brief moon when all things I heard or saw, me, their master, waited for.
Photo by Irina Iriser
Up from the sea, the wild north wind is blowing Under the sky’s gray arch; Smiling, I watch the shaken elm-boughs, knowing It is the wind of March.
Photo: Karl Fredrickson. Meaning and Symbolism 💡: This opening stanza sets the tone for a poem that thematizes the transition from winter to spring. The core meaning can be summarized as follows: Hope in the Storm: The scene is rough at first glance (a wild north wind, a gray sky). However, the poet responds with a smile. He recognizes the wind not as a threat, but as a familiar, annual sign. Annunciation of the Good: The “wind of March” symbolizes the stormy but necessary transition period. It is a harbinger of light and warmth. The roughness of nature is therefore not adversity, but a promise of new life. Resurrection and Trust: Later in the poem this idea is developed: the storm breaks the power of winter. The poet hears in the noise a “voice of resurrection” that brings the dead, cold earth back to life. Author👤: The famous American poet John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–1892).Origin 📖: Original Opening Lines: “Up from the sea the wild north wind is blowing / Under the sky’s gray arch; / Smiling, I watch the shaking elmboughs, knowing / It is the wind of March.”
Door Pieter
Mensenmens, zoon, echtgenoot, vader, opa.
Spiritueel, echter niet religieus.
Ik hou van golf, wandelen, lezen en de natuur in veel opzichten.
Onderzoeker, nieuwsgierig, geen fan van de mainstream media (MSM).
