"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 walked 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 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".
- 'My November Guest' by Robert Frost, 1874 -1963.
Illustration - 'Dancing Fairies' by Arthur Rackham, 1867-1939.
Illustration - 'Dancing Fairies' by Arthur Rackham, 1867-1939.
I love Arthur Rackham's illustrations, I have quite a few of his books, not the originals of course.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem, and the picture goes so nicely too.
ReplyDeleteA great poem and what a wonderful Rackham picture. Perfect for November.
ReplyDeleteThese musings are really lovely. I don't know very much about poetry but you introduce me to some wonderful poets and verse.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful image and verse. Both suitable for the time of year.
ReplyDeleteI love this poem...one of my favorite Frost poems.
ReplyDeleteMe too, I love your musings, dear Anna, as I'm a great lover of poetry. November is fabulous this year - no sign of bare trees and muddy paths. It's like in spring but no doubt the dull days will come. Enjoy your weekend :)
ReplyDeleteNot come across that one before, Anna, so thanks for sharing Robert Frost's November with us.
ReplyDeleteYour comments are much appreciated and I'm so pleased that you have enjoyed this beautifully haunting poem too.
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