My November Guest Poem by Robert Frost

My November Guest

Rating: 3.6


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 grey
Is silver now with clinging mist.

The desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so truly 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 her so,
And they are better for her praise

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
M Asim Nehal 10 December 2015

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

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* Sunprincess * 30 October 2012

oh this one put a smile on my face..only a true nature love could have written this one..a pleasure to read..fabulous.. :)

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