The Poets Calendar
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.
February
I am lustration, and the sea is mine!
I wash the sands and headlands with my tide;
My brow is crowned with branches of the pine;
Before my chariot-wheels the fishes glide.
By me all things unclean are purified,
By me the souls of men washed white again;
E'en the unlovely tombs of those who died
Without a dirge, I cleanse from every stain.
March
I Martius am! Once first, and now the third!
To lead the Year was my appointed place;
A mortal dispossessed me by a word,
And set there Janus with the double face.
Hence I make war on all the human race;
I shake the cities with my hurricanes;
I flood the rivers and their banks efface,
And drown the farms and hamlets with my rains.
April
I open wide the portals of the Spring
To welcome the procession of the flowers,
With their gay banners, and the birds that sing
Their song of songs from their aerial towers.
I soften with my sunshine and my showers
The heart of earth; with thoughts of love I glide
Into the hearts of men; and with the Hours
Upon the Bull with wreathed horns I ride.
May
Hark! The sea-faring wild-fowl loud proclaim
My coming, and the swarming of the bees.
These are my heralds, and behold! my name
Is written in blossoms on the hawthorn-trees.
I tell the mariner when to sail the seas;
I waft o'er all the land from far away
The breath and bloom of the Hesperides,
My birthplace. I am Maia. I am May.
June
Mine is the Month of Roses; yes, and mine
The Month of Marriages! All pleasant sights
And scents, the fragrance of the blossoming vine,
The foliage of the valleys and the heights.
Mine are the longest days, the loveliest nights;
The mower's scythe makes music to my ear;
I am the mother of all dear delights;
I am the fairest daughter of the year.
July
My emblem is the Lion, and I breathe
The breath of Libyan deserts o'er the land;
My sickle as a sabre I unsheathe,
And bent before me the pale harvests stand.
The lakes and rivers shrink at my command,
And there is thirst and fever in the air;
The sky is changed to brass, the earth to sand;
I am the Emperor whose name I bear.
August
The Emperor Octavian, called the August,
I being his favorite, bestowed his name
Upon me, and I hold it still in trust,
In memory of him and of his fame.
I am the Virgin, and my vestal flame
Burns less intensely than the Lion's rage;
Sheaves are my only garlands, and I claim
The golden Harvests as my heritage.
September
I bear the Scales, where hang in equipoise
The night and day; and whenunto my lips
I put my trumpet, with its stress and noise
Fly the white clouds like tattered sails of ships;
The tree-tops lash the air with sounding whips;
Southward the clamorous sea-fowl wing their flight;
The hedges are all red with haws and hips,
The Hunter's Moon reigns empress of the night.
October
My ornaments are fruits; my garments leaves,
Woven like cloth of gold, and crimson dyed;
I do no boast the harvesting of sheaves,
O'er orchards and o'er vineyards I preside.
Though on the frigid Scorpion I ride,
The dreamy air is full, and overflows
With tender memories of the summer-tide,
And mingled voices of the doves and crows.
November
The Centaur, Sagittarius, am I,
Born of Ixion's and the cloud's embrace;
With sounding hoofs across the earth I fly,
A steed Thessalian with a human face.
Sharp winds the arrows are with which I chase
The leaves, half dead already with affright;
I shroud myself in gloom; and to the race
Of mortals bring nor comfort nor delight.
December
Riding upon the Goat, with snow-white hair,
I come, the last of all. This crown of mine
Is of the holly; in my hand I bear
The thyrsus, tipped with fragrant cones of pine.
I celebrate the birth of the Divine,
And the return of the Saturnian reign;--
My songs are carols sung at every shrine,
Proclaiming "Peace on earth, good will to men."
Literary Analysis
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Summary
Longfellow gives the year a dramatic voice by letting each month step forward and speak for itself. The poem moves from January's frozen authority to December's closing hymn, so the calendar becomes not a list of dates but a procession of living powers, each with its own weather, mythology, and emotional climate. The months are not treated as passive markers of time; they become rulers, spirits, and emblems of human experience.
The progression is carefully designed. Early months feel severe, cleansing, or violent, while spring brings opening, growth, and love; summer shifts into fullness, harvest, and pressure; autumn turns reflective and transitional; winter ends the cycle with ritual and hope. Underneath the rich classical references lies a larger meditation on change: time is both destructive and renewing, and each season carries its own kind of beauty, necessity, and burden. The poem's appeal comes from that balance between learned myth and vivid natural detail, between the grandeur of ancient calendar imagery and the familiar emotional life of the modern year.
Theme
- Cyclic time - The poem treats the months as parts of a living cycle rather than a straight line, showing how one season replaces another with its own force and meaning.
- Nature as power - Weather, harvest, tide, frost, and wind are presented as commanding powers that shape both the landscape and human life.
- Myth and classical inheritance - Longfellow clothes the months in figures from Roman and Greek tradition, giving the calendar a timeless, ceremonial dignity.
- Change and transition - Each month marks a shift in mood, temperature, and human activity, emphasizing how movement and replacement define the year.
- Human life in rhythm with the seasons - Work, love, travel, cleaning, planting, harvesting, and worship all appear as responses to the calendar's turning.
- Renewal and hope - Even the darker months lead toward purification, return, and blessing, especially in the closing vision of peace and goodwill.
Literary Devices
- Dramatic monologue - Each month speaks in the first person, turning the poem into a sequence of character portraits rather than an objective description.
- Personification - The months are given voices, identities, and intentions, making time itself seem animate and sovereign.
- Allusion - References to Janus, Maia, Augustus, the Lion, the Scales, and other classical figures enrich the poem with mythological depth.
- Symbolism - Seasonal objects such as snow, roses, sheaves, and holly stand for broader states of life, from hardship to abundance to celebration.
- Imagery - Vivid sensory details of frost, blossoms, tides, harvests, and storms create a rich seasonal landscape.
- Cataloguing/sequence - The month-by-month structure builds a sense of ordered procession, mirroring the movement of the year.
- Contrast - The poem repeatedly shifts between cold and warmth, violence and blessing, decay and fertility to dramatize seasonal change.
- Alliteration - Repeated consonant sounds help shape the poem's musical, formal quality and give many lines a ceremonial resonance.
Symbolism
- Janus - January's Roman deity suggests beginnings, thresholds, and the ability to face both past and future.
- The sea - February's sea image can symbolize purification, vastness, and the cleansing force of time.
- The flowers - April's flowers represent spring's arrival, renewal, and the opening of feeling.
- The hawthorn-tree blossoms - May's blossoms signal abundance and the earth's sudden visibility in bloom.
- Roses - June's roses evoke beauty, romance, and the peak of cultivated summer life.
- Sheaves - August's sheaves stand for harvest, labor completed, and the gathering of plenty.
- The Scales - September's scales suggest balance, especially the equalizing turn between day and night.
- Holly - December's holly points to winter festivity, endurance, and seasonal celebration.
Tone
Longfellow's tone is elevated, playful, and ceremonious, as if he is staging an elegant pageant in which each month arrives with a herald's confidence. The mood shifts constantly with the seasons: January feels stern and wintry, spring months feel bright and expectant, summer grows lush and commanding, and December settles into a reverent, almost devotional calm. The result is a poem that feels both learned and welcoming, expansive in its imagery yet anchored in familiar human rhythms.
Historical Context
Longfellow's poem belongs to the nineteenth-century Romantic and post-Romantic fascination with nature, classical myth, and personification. Writers of this period often treated the natural world as expressive and symbolic rather than merely decorative, and they also drew freely on Greco-Roman tradition to give ordinary subjects a sense of cultural continuity and grandeur.
The poem also reflects a long European tradition of calendar poetry and allegorical representations of the months, where seasonal change is linked to labor, ritual, and religious life. Longfellow adapts that tradition into polished English verse, blending learned reference with accessible seasonal imagery and ending on a Christian note that unites the year's close with peace and goodwill.