Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NOVEMBER, by E. SIBYL WOOD First Line: November is a nomad Last Line: Of falling autumn leaves! Subject(s): November | ||||||||
November is a nomad Roving here and there, With no corsage of roses Or jasmine for her hair. Yet she is not forgotten For her, mother nature weaves A multicolored tapestry Of falling autumn leaves! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DANGEROUS TIME by LINDA PASTAN XMAS COMING by KENNETH REXROTH LUNAR PARAPHRASE by WALLACE STEVENS |
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