Bitter Sweet November

"My November Guest" by Robert Frost

I could say that Frost is perhaps one of my favorite poets. In this poem, in particular he speaks of his sorrow. His sorrow is referred to as "she". He welcomes her as a short-time guest of the season. Yet, he speaks of the beauty "she" brings with her:

. . .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 . . .
The desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so ryly sees,. . .

His Sorrow wants him to see the beauty in all that is bare.

Besides the fact that it really reminds me of fave song ever, "November Rain" by Guns N' Roses.

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