"November" by Thomas Hood

[wellinghall]

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 the 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 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!

Comments

[parrot-knight.livejournal.com]

My fellow-speaker mentioned he was at an interment a few years ago where someone was actually being buried next to Hood.

[nineveh-uk.livejournal.com]

So true!

[thecatsamuel.livejournal.com]

Actually, it is sunny and bright here. Strange, yet true.

[eldritchhobbit.livejournal.com]

Oooh, good one! Very apropos.

[wellinghall.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you liked it :-)

[wellinghall.livejournal.com]

We had a mix of grey, wet, and sunny at Dyrham.