This one was just plain weird. The thing that I gathered from this poem was the connection between February and the speaker's general tone. It is obvious from the language that they do not really enjoy the winter. The speaker comes right on out and declares their hatred for February: "February, month of despair, with a skewered heart in the centre." That sounds like someone who really loathes this winter month. I can connect with this. When February rolls around, I am so tired of the dreary, bleak cold. All the fun winter holidays and festivities are now over and all anyone can think of is that spring in around the corner. Sure, the corner may be a couple hundred blocks down the road, but if you squint really hard, you can just make it out. This speaker, however, I don't think has that good of vision. They don't see the corner are running low on optimism until the very end of the poem.
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