
The poem describes a speaker's encounter with death, personified as a guest who arrives uninvited in November. The speaker reflects on the changing seasons and the inevitability of death's presence. Death is portrayed as a constant companion, always present but often overlooked until it's too late. The poem explores themes of mortality, impermanence, and the human experience.
By Robert Frost · First published 1924 · Genre: Poetry, Lyric, Nature · 198 words
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 gray 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.
My November Guest is listed on Textopian as a poem by Robert Frost, dated 1924 CE.
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Poetry · Nature · Seasonal · Autumn · Mortality · Loss · Grief · Solitude · Reflection · Existentialism · Philosophy · Symbolism