my november guest

"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

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[LarsJQrgen]

Very good! What are you using to strum with?

[billkilpatrick]

thank you. thin strip of plastic called a risha - also made from horn, bone, ivory, cherry wood.

[billkilpatrick]

thank you christopher - i really appreciate that.

[patrat159]

wow...no comment in over a year.0_0

I love this poem! It's my favorite one of all time!

I know it by heart.

This is a good song.

[BennetteLim55]

lovely voice!

[lewdite]

Agreed!

[christopherharley]

That's great stuff, Bill. You make Frost all the more accessible. Thanks!