Robert Frost My November Guest

Painter James Tissot Hello,dear English lovers! Let's welcome November!  The third autumn month comes with sharp winds, grey clouds,drizzling rains,bare trees. This month is colourless,chill and dull. What can change it into the most beautiful season? Love, and only love. To my mind ,this marvelous poem wonderfully explains the feelings of lovers. My November Guest by Robert Frost My sorrow, when she’s here with me,    Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be; She loves the bare, the withered tree;    She walks the sodden pasture lane. Her pleasure will not let me stay.    She talks and I am fain to list: She’s glad the birds are gone away, She’s glad her simple worsted gray    Is silver now with clinging mist. The desolate, deserted trees,    The faded earth, the heavy sky, The beauties she so truly sees, She thinks I have no eye for these,    And vexes me for reason why. Not yesterday I learned to know    The love of bare November days Before the coming of the snow, But it were vain to tell her so,    And they are better for her praise Vocabulary
a withered (plant)  has become dry and is dying sodden - completely wet fain - this old word describes the feeling of gladly or willingly doing something worsted - a type of woolen cloth: gray- a grey  suit  clinging - hold on tightly to
vex -make (someone) feel annoyed, frustrated, or worried
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