November in northern latitudes, especially at the end of the month, is often a damp, cold month, with frequent fogs, gray skies overhead and black trees with bare branches.
Sometimes the low sun illuminates the snow-covered trees and they look mysterious, the sky turns blue. During the day, the weather can change dramatically.
In the city, where there is a lot of traffic and warmth, the snow melts quickly, the lawns with drooping dry grass. On the coast, the gray sky hangs low over the banks, the forest is in fog. At the end of November, there is snow and the water partially freezes.
In the cold months, I always want to read more books, your posts, search the Internet for poems by poets I have not read before.
I found this poem written by Thomas Hood (1799-1845) for my November post and decided to illustrate it. It seems that the weather in November is always the same: there was fog, snow was flying with the wind, sometimes it rained and sometimes sun shines.
No sun – no moon!
No morn – no noon –
No dawn – no dusk – no proper time of day.
No sky – no earthly view –
No distance looking blue –
No road – no street – no “t'other side this way” –
No end to any Row –
No indications where the Crescents go –
No top to any steeple –
No recognitions of familiar people –
No courtesies for showing ‘em –
No knowing ‘em!
No traveling at all – no locomotion –
No inkling of the way – no notion –
“No go” by land or ocean –
No mail – no post –
No news from any foreign coast –
No park, no ring – no afternoon gentility –
No company – no nobility –
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member –
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds,
November!
Thomas Hood was an English poet, author and humorist, best known for poems such as "The Bridge of Sighs" and "The Song of the Shirt". He later published a magazine largely consisting of his own works.
Born: May 23, 1799, London
Died: May 3, 1845 London
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ReplyDeleteThank you, glad you liked my photos, Anemone.
DeleteThe poem captures November perfectly. It has been unusually warm here and there have been sunny days, but November most often is the dullest, dreariest month of the year.
ReplyDeleteI agree, David. This November is unusually warm. Hugs.
DeleteBeautiful poem, and beautiful photos, Nadezda!
ReplyDeleteThank you very much, Marit.
DeleteHermoso poema para Noviembre y acompañado de espectaculares fotos, se ve realmente fascinante. Besos
ReplyDeleteGracias Lola, me alegre que tu estes en mi blog. Feliz fin de noviembre.
DeleteI love your photos. So nice. And now I will watch the video.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your comment, Aritha. Hugs.
DeleteMe gusto mucho el poema. y las imagenes. Te mando un beso.
ReplyDeleteGracias, Citu. Un abrazo.
DeleteThe imagery of November in northern latitudes is beautifully described, and the poem fits perfectly with the moody atmosphere of the month. I love how you bring the scene to life with both words and visuals! I just shared a blog post, let me know what you think.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you caught the meaning of the poem in the description of November, Melody. Thanks for stopping by.
DeleteSuch a thought-provoking poem, evoking a sense of timelessness and endlessness! It's a beautiful reflection on the absence of familiar rhythms in life. I just shared a blog post, let me know what you think.
ReplyDeleteYes, the poet shows how the usual way of life can change depending on the circumstances. Reading the poem there is something to think about. All the best.
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