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Robert Frost - 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 grady
Is silver now with clinging mist.

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

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My November Guest - Comments and Information

Poet: Robert Frost (Robert Frost Art)
Poem: 3. My November Guest
Volume: A Boy's Will
Year: Published/Written in 1913
Poem of the Day: Mar 21 2009

Comment 21 of 21, added on May 20th, 2009 at 9:28 PM.

For many lovers, Robert Frost shows how beautiful love can be, for it makes people change. It shows how many people change for the one they love, not intentionally, but mentally. Many may think of November to be a season of dying, not beauty, but have "she" in the narrator's life during Autumn makes him love it. In line,
They could NOT be talking about the Autumn but about herself, like many lovers question their partner for their love for them.



Samika Francois from United States
Comment 20 of 21, added on November 20th, 2008 at 12:04 PM.

This poem is very confusing and hoorific it seems like the old fart is trying to commit suicide crazy coot

john from United States
Comment 19 of 21, added on June 9th, 2008 at 6:18 PM.

I feel the poems relates to his wife. The wording/meanings are straight-forward but the first line, last verse bugs me. Why does he say 'Not yesterday I learned to know'? Can someone enlighten me? Also 'were' should be 'was' shouldn't it?! carolineglen.com

CAROLINE GLEN from Australia

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