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Please Enjoy My November Guest by Robert Frost

As I listen to the thunderstorm outside, I’m inspired to curl up with some poetry. I turn again to the great poet, Robert Frost. I don’t think the man ever wrote a bad line. His work is timeless.

I’m sharing this poem a few hours early so it can be savored while we are still in November. Please enjoy another example of Frost’s beautiful verse.

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.

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 Is silver now with clinging mist.

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.

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. Thank you for reading Ozarks Maven! If you’ve enjoyed my little seeds of wisdom and joy, please subscribe to Ozarks Maven, Like Ozarks Maven on Facebook, or follow me on Twitter @OzarksMaven.

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