
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