Classic and Contemporary Poetry

NOVEMBER, by ROBERT FROST Poem Explanation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: We saw leaves go to glory
Last Line: The waste of nations warring
Subject(s): November; War

We saw leaves go to glory,
Then almost migratory
Go part way down the lane,
And then to end the story
Get beaten down and pasted
In one wild day of rain.
We heard " 'Tis Over" roaring.
A year of leaves was wasted.....
By denying and ignoring
The waste of nations warring.