Lovers in Winter
The posture of the tree
Shows the prevailing wind;
And ours, long misery
When you are long unkind.
But forward, look, we lean--
Not backward as in doubt--
And still with branches green
Ride our ill weather out.
--Robert Graves, "Lovers in Winter" in Collected
Poems 1965 (London: Cassell, 1965), p. 152.
