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A poem about a speaker's sorrow and admiration for a woman who loves the bare and desolate beauty of November. The poem contrasts the speaker's melancholy with the guest's joy and appreciation of the natural world.
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 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.
The poem suggests the importance of making space for sorrow, which can teach people to see beauty in unexpected places. It also illustrates how connecting with nature is one way of feeling less alone. Frost published "My November Guest" in his first poetry collection, A Boy's Will, in 1913.
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.
A poem about a speaker's sorrow and his companion's joy in the autumn rain. The speaker contrasts his lover's appreciation of the bare trees and the misty sky with his own melancholy and his past love of November days.
The poem My November Guest is from A Boy's Will by Robert Frost, in which the poet speaks of autumn and is considered to be one of the finest specimen of Frost's Nature poems. Here vividly depiction of autumn portrays a great description of nature.
A famous nature poem that personifies sorrow as someone the speaker loved. The poem contrasts the speaker's and sorrow's views of the beauty of autumn in New England.
