My November
Guest
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
walked 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.
Robert
Frost
5 comments:
when I was a kid a (million years ago) there used to be old abandoned places around our area that I used to explore, I never worried about hauntings, I used to try to imagine the the families that lived there and what their lives were like. I guess that's why I like local, and eastern U.S. history so much. I find the picture intriguing.
I still do that. Someone was here, what were they like?
@Ken,
There are dozens of places around here, like you describe.
Abandoned farms, in the middle of the woods, in the Adirondacks. Old cellar holes, lost cemeteries, apple orchards in the middle of nowhere.... You'd find these things all the time deer hunting.
I used to wish I could stand on the top of Bald Mountain, and watch a time lapse from the 1400' to today.
Leigh
Whitehall, NY
I'm the morbid one in my family who drives past a cemetery and wonders about the stories of those who are buried there. I'll drive through an old town, noting the date of construction on the facade (usually at the top, near a star or some other decoration) of an old storefront, and wonder about the people who built it, who opened businesses inside that building, what went on along the streets in front....
I think Leigh's Bald Mountain experience would be AWESOME!!!
(and for the record, I love cold, rainy days...just not on days when I absolutely have to mow the yard. Rain after I'm done, I'm fine with that!)
There are a lot of pioneer cemeteries in my area. I love to wander around and read the headstones. Some are poetic and some are cryptic. They're all sobering.
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