Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Tuesday Poem: "My November Guest" by Robert Frost




My Sorrow, when she's here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walks the sodden pasture lane.

Her pleasure will not let me stay.
She talks and I am fain to list:
She's glad the birds are gone away,
She's glad her simple worsted gray
Is silver now with clinging mist.

The desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so wryly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
And vexes me for reason why.

Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell he so,
And they are better for her praise.

by Robert Frost
 
Let's welcome the month of November. But Robert Frost sees it from a Northern Hemisphere perspective whereas those of us who live "Down Under" are welcoming Spring with warmer days, more light and flowers in bloom all over the place. Beautiful!!!
 
 
 
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