Tuesday, November 27, 2012

"My November Guest"

It was cold and rainy today, and when I went outdoors this morning and felt the cold and saw the gray sky, the first thing I thought of was Robert Frost's Poem, "My November Guest."

 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 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.

2 comments:

Photodude Images said...

I guess when you were a student your English teacher was most influential and when you see grey skies you think of a poem. In my case, my Science teacher was most influential and when I see grey skies I think of an umbrella.

Anonymous said...

Ken, that picture is perfect for the poem. Both really come alive when put together. Thanks