Robert Frost          

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 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.

 

 

1. Who is the narrator in this poem?

The narrator a middle aged man that dislikes autumn.

 

2. What is the scene of this poem?

The scene is a cold rainy wet autumn day.

3.  

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.

What is the tone of this stanza?

sad and annoyed

4.Write a couplet using this tone

I am worried that I will not see,

A very big big opportunity

(written by Wilson)