P – My Sorrow, when she’s here with me,
Thinks these dark Autumn days full of rain
Are the most beautiful kinds of days;
She loves the withered, bare trees
She walks the wet pasture trail
Her pleasure will not let me stay.
She speaks and I am happy to listen:
She is glad the birds have left
She is glad her simple worsted grey
Is silver now with clinging mist.
The barren, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so truly sees,
She thinks I cannot truly see these,
And it bothers me to not know why.
It wasn’t yesterday I learned that
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it would be vain to tell her this,
And they are better for her praise.
L – Personification, repetition, pathetic fallacy
O – The speaker is imagining his personal sorrows as a lover, and finding comfort in similar miserable things such as barren trees- throughout the poem he extremely subtly confronts the idea that he is forcing himself to remain miserable, has repeated his mistakes, and it is simply not worth the effort to come out of his depression. T – Sorrow, Solitude, Silence
T – In Robert Frost’s frantic poem My November Guest, Frost uses personification to the extreme by having the speaker’s melancholy depression take on the form and actions of a lover. Thus begins a sort of personal journey in which the speaker analyzes his reasons for being full of sorrow, how he is (or is not) coping with it, how it came to be, and what, in the end, he should do about it. T – ‘My November Guest’ is most likely a reference to the last paragraph of the poem, in which the speaker recalls past sorrow- this instant the entire poem is referring to is not his first barren-tree run around with sorrow. S – First Person Perspective.
In Robert Frost’s frantic poem My November Guest, Frost uses personification to the extreme by having the speaker’s melancholy depression take on the form and actions of a lover. Thus begins a sort...