This poem is written by Robert Frost. I used this poem for my literary analysis paper earlier in the semester. During this time it was beginning to turn into fall. In my personal opinion, the fall is the best season out of the year not only because of football season (Go Ravens), but because of the beautiful scenes nature provides. This poem really got my interest going for "Robert Frost poetry". This poem is about the fall. The narrator describes the fall as "desolate" and "baron". He describes the "withered trees" and "sodden" pastures to add on to the scene he wants us to imagine. At the beginning of the poem he describes his "guest" as being a "she". When I was reading the poem I was wondering whether "she" was an actual woman or his depression. In this poem the narrator really brings out the worst of the fall. One exert that I loved from this poem is:
Her pleasure will not let me stay.
She talks and I am fain to list:
She's glad the birds are gone,
She's glad her simple worsted grady
Is silver now with clinging mist
It seems like the narrator is having an inner conflict. He can't see how his "guest" loves nasty pastures and bare trees. It vexes the narrator. But near the end of the poem he changed his opinion on the bare November days. He learned to love them. But why? Either a woman in his life or his depression convinced him to change his mind. I believe Frost wanted to express both views. Perhaps Frost wanted to tell the reader how a woman can influence a man's views and thoughts. I believe this to be true. Frost may have also wanted to express how depression can make you see the beauty in things that are normally not seen that way. Over all the poem was great and is now one of my favorites.
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