JANUARY
Janus am I; oldest of potentates; Forward I look, and backward, and below I count, as god of avenues and gates, The years that through my portals come and go.
I block the roads, and drift the fields with snow; I chase the wild-fowl from the frozen fen; My frosts congeal the rivers in their flow, My fires light up the Hearths and Hearts of men.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882). Complete Poetical Works. 1893.
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