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My November Guest. Robert Frost. 1874 –. 1963. 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.
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 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 landscape of New England influenced many of Robert Frost’s poems, which can be seen in “My November Guest.” In this poem, sorrow is personified as someone the speaker loved. While the speaker sees things one way, Sorrow sees them differently. She sees the beauty in autumn, while the poet cannot. We each see beauty in different things.
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.
Jun 27, 2019 · 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 grey
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.
