Guest poem submitted by Deepak Srinivasan :
(Poem #1552) 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 gray Is silver now with clinging mist. The desolate, deserted trees, The faded earth, the heavy sky, The beauties she so wryly 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 he so, And they are better for her praise.
I chanced to see this poem written on the whiteboard in front of our public library. It appeals to me for multiple reasons. I think it is possible for one to slowly or reflectively appreciate certain things through the eyes of someone else. I guess the very same piece of information can be viewed differently when expressed in different ways. And the other reason is that after having lived here in the East for close to 15 years, I have come to appreciate November in much the same way as the poet does. The starkness and grey of the evening calm the mind. One is not assaulted with bright summer heat, or vivid fall colors and forced to drink in the beauty of nature in huge breathless gulps. And so I guess I also now see the beauty of November, a month that I used to dread not so long ago. This now adds to the considerable list of Frost poems already on Minstrels where his body of work on nature and the seasons is quite extensive. Deepak. [Minstrels Links] Seasons and Weather: Poem #251, No! -- Thomas Hood Poem #648, The January Man -- Dave Goulder Poem #693, Strugnell's Haiku -- Wendy Cope Poem #649, A Song of the Weather -- Michael Flanders Robert Frost: Poem #51, The Road Not Taken Poem #155, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Poem #170, The Need of Being Versed in Country Things Poem #336, A Patch of Old Snow Poem #681, The Secret Sits Poem #730, Mending Wall Poem #779, Fire and Ice Poem #917, A Considerable Speck Poem #985, Once by the Pacific Poem #994, The Gift Outright Poem #1012, Nothing Gold can Stay Poem #1036, Range Finding Poem #1272, Birches Poem #1276, A Dream Pang Poem #1284, A Hillside Thaw Poem #1324, The Telephone Poem #1373, Acceptance Poem #1472, In a Disused Graveyard Poem #1535, The Line-Gang