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 THE REGION NOVEMBER by WALLACE STEVENS |
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