My November Guest Literary Annalysis

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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 grady
Is silver now with clinging mist.

The desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so ryly 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 he so,
And they are better for her praise.

Frost said, "If my poetry has to have a name, I'd prefer to call it Emblemism, not "Symbolism," which is all too likely to clog up and kill a poem." The poem is called My November Guest by Robert Frost is a poem full of hidden annoyance and love for that certain someone that you just can’t say no to when they want something. No matter how much you dislike the action, just because they want to do it, you guys are going out and doing it. With this poem this is seen for the fact that the speaker hates the coming months of winter but “his sorrow” has him out and doing things. Robert Frost was considered a master of imagery and of having his own set stlye. This poem is a lyric quintet poem, meaning it has 5 lines in every stanza, and the meter is tetrameter, with a rhyming pattern (abaab). There are 7 different kinds of imagery: Visual, Auditory, Olfactory, Gustatory, Tactile, Organic, and Kinesthetic. With my poem, Robert Frost, uses all seven forms of imagery. For visual there is, “the withered tree”. For Auditory there is, “She talks and I am fain to list”. For Olfactory there is, “Thinks these dark days of autumn rain”. For Gustatory there is, “Her pleasure will not let me stay”. For Tactile there is, “She walks the sodden pasture lane”. For Organic...
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