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.         5
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.         10
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.         15
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.         20

3 Responses to “My November Guest by Robert Frost”

  1. 1 Matt H. November 27, 2007 at 9:07 pm

    Nice volley Mike B. – perhaps like the Dead Poets we should start each meeting out with a verse? Maybe even bring a little culture to our heathen horde?

  2. 2 bobbyjones January 28, 2008 at 11:00 am

    This post is one of the most visited on Broken Spines. So, I thought it would be worth pointing visitors to a great annotated version here by Lauren Lappin:

  1. 1 Fear and Loathing in Minneapolis « Broken Spines Trackback on November 18, 2008 at 6:32 pm

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