Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NOVEMBER, by R. LEE GUARD First Line: November is waiting without. With sighing and tears Last Line: From dead summer dreams. Subject(s): Autumn; November; Seasons; Fall | ||||||||
November is waiting without. With sighing and tears She is brooding over the infinite years. Of the gray drifting mist she has fashioned her robe, And broidered it o'er with mysterious fears. November is sailing the sea. With frosted hand The wild haunted waves she hurls on the sand. In the October sky she has hung her banner, And has swung it low on the sombre land. November is stripping the trees. With branches bare She is etching upon the autumnal air. Of the pine and cypress she has builded her house And, weeping through days and nights of despair, With sere brown leaves each desolate wall She has hung and draped, and has filled it all With shadows and gleams From dead summer dreams. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR AUTUMN by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN AN AUTUMN JOY by GEORGE ARNOLD A LEAF FALLS by MARION LOUISE BLISS THE FARMER'S BOY: AUTUMN by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD A LETTER IN OCTOBER by TED KOOSER AUTUMN EVENING by DAVID LEHMAN |
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