NOVEMBER Hail, thou month of final fruits and snow! All hail, November, who dost see the end Of harvest and bleak winters birthday! Rend With tempest the gigantic air! aye blow The grievous trumps! for doth thy season know Most cause for bitterness! Thou hast seen bend All greens unto decay; a dying trend In everything; wail then to sate thy woe! And, if thy time is sorrows, let all breath Breathe dirgeful music for is welcome such, Nor shall the stricken curse that thou dost hold Ingratitude a minion. Rail at death, Thou sufferer! for anon at his fell touch Thou too shalt wither and grow sudden cold. — William Carlos Williams
Posted on: Fri, 22 Nov 2013 20:38:51 +0000
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