Merry Christmas! In honor of the day, and of all winter holidays, here are some poems from the Academy of American Poets.
Noël
When clustered sparks—from "Noël"
Of many-colored fire
Appear at night
In ordinary windows
We hear and sing
The customary carols
They bring us ragged miracles
And hay and candles
And flowering weeds of poetry
That are loved all the more
Because they are so common
by Anne Porter
Favorite Classic Poems
Christmas Trees
by Robert Frost
The city had withdrawn into itself...
A Visit from Saint Nicholas
by Clement Clark Moore (or Henry Livingston)
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house...
The Savior must have been a docile Gentleman
by Emily Dickinson
The Savior must have been...
The Mystic's Christmas
by John Greenleaf Whittier
"All hail!" the bells of Christmas rang...
The Thread of Life
by Christina Rossetti
The irresponsive silence of the land...
The Oxen
by Thomas Hardy
Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock...
On the Morning of Christ’s Nativity
by John Milton
This is the month, and this the happy morn...
The Mahogany Tree
by William Thackeray
Christmas is here...
A Christmas Carol
by George Wither
So now is come our joyful feast...
Popular Contemporary Poems
Noël
by Anne Porter
When snow is shaken...
A Winter Without Snow
by J. D. McClatchy
Even the sky here in Connecticut has it...
Skating in Harlem, Christmas Day
by Cynthia Zarin
Beyond the ice-bound stones and bucking trees
Mama, Come Back
by Nellie Wong
Mama, come back...
Toward the Winter Solstice
by Timothy Steele
Although the roof is just a story high...
Why is the Color of Snow?
by Brenda Shaughnessy
Let's ask a poet with no way of knowing...
Thrown as if Fierce & Wild
by Dean Young
You don’t have a clue, says the power drill...
Poems about Christmas
It may be difficult these days to separate the Christmas season from the rosy-cheeked, white-bearded man with a taste for cookies and milk, but it was actually a poem that offered us the jolly, plump version of Santa Claus known today. Read more >
Poems for Winter
"Thy breath be rude," William Shakespeare famously told winter in As You Like It, invoking a common complaint about the season: winter is cold, windy, bleak, awful. Five centuries later, poets have much the same complaints... Read more >
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