my november guest

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



  1. These photos are so eerie and beautiful... The fact that you explore abandoned places makes you just really really cool... Especially because you make such lovely, creepy photos of them. Also, dude, this is your everyday life?! Erg you are just... no. this is too cool.



    1. Thank you!! I'm really not very cool at all, haha, I just live in a gorgeous place and have a lot of free time ;)

  2. Love these photos! The doll is so creepy though.

    1. Thank you! Very creepy, yes; I thought it was a dead body when first I saw it !!

  3. awesomely haunted photos! My favourite kind of course! I've never read Robert Frost before. But that is such a beautiful poem. Thanks!

    1. Frost is one of my favorites, being a fellow gloomy Vermonter and all! Glad you like the poem :)

  4. I cannot believe that you chance upon crazy creepy dolls and cool old tattered flags on your romps about town. Amazing!

  5. I can easily see how you thought that was a dead body at first - what a hair raising fright that must have caused you. It's beautiful - sorrowful in a sense, but very beautiful. How special that you were able to take her out in the world and shower her with affection once again.

    ♥ Jessica


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