About the poet
Anne Ridler (1912-2001) moved in literature throughout her life; she was the daughter of writers...
The candid freezing season again:
Candle and cracker, needles of fir and frost;
Carols that through the night air pass, piercing
The glassy husk of heart and heaven;
Children's faces white in the pane, bright in the tree-light.
And the waiting season again,
That begs a crust and suffers joy vicariously:
In bodily starvation now, in the spirit's exile always.
O might the hilarious reign of love begin, let in
Like carols from the cold
The lost who crowd the pane, numb outcasts into welcome.
from Collected Poems (Carcanet, 1997), copyright © Anne Ridler 1997
Anne Ridler Reading from her Poems