Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NOVEMBER EVES, by JAMES ELROY FLECKER Poet's Biography First Line: November evenings! Damp and still Last Line: Or the dead men -- november eves? Subject(s): November | ||||||||
November Evenings! Damp and still They used to cloak Leckhampton hill, And lie down close on the grey plain, And dim the dripping window-pane, And send queer winds like Harlequins That seized our elms for violins And struck a note so sharp and low Even a child could feel the woe. Now fire chased shadow round the room; Tables and chairs grew vast in gloom: We crept about like mice, while Nurse Sat mending, solemn as a hearse, And even our unlearned eyes Half closed with choking memories. Is it the mist or the dead leaves, Or the dead men -- November eves? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DANGEROUS TIME by LINDA PASTAN XMAS COMING by KENNETH REXROTH LUNAR PARAPHRASE by WALLACE STEVENS THE REGION NOVEMBER by WALLACE STEVENS SANTORIN (A LEGEND OF THE AEGEAN) by JAMES ELROY FLECKER |
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