Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NOVEMBER, by JOSEPH FENNER FRY First Line: With a dull moan and hollow-sounding cry Last Line: I find familiar places all so strange. Subject(s): November; Solitude; Loneliness | ||||||||
With a dull moan and hollow-sounding cry, Lamenting on the leafless summit's height In the winter's sad and melancholy light, November's chill, disheveling gales blow by. Dark clouds go racing in the somber sky Like ponderous steeds apace with mad affright, Borne onward flinging in tempestuous flight Their grey manes on the wind that drives them high. No tuneful bird cheers now the pierced, bleak woods, Or warbles gayly by the leaf-choked brook That hushes in the silent awe of change, For all is desolate; the solitudes Are dreary. Here about me as I look I find familiar places all so strange. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN ABEYANCE by DENISE LEVERTOV IN A VACANT HOUSE by PHILIP LEVINE SUNDAY ALONE IN A FIFTH FLOOR APARTMENT, CAMBRIDGE, MASSACHUSETTS by WILLIAM MATTHEWS SILENCE LIKE COOL SAND by PAT MORA THE HONEY BEAR by EILEEN MYLES AFFIRMATION by LOUIS UNTERMEYER |
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