wellinghall: (Poem)
wellinghall ([personal profile] wellinghall) wrote2014-11-11 08:34 pm
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It must be time for me to post this again

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!

"November", by Thomas Hood; 1844

http://www.scrapbook.com/poems/doc/82.html

[identity profile] nineveh-uk.livejournal.com 2014-11-11 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Hurray for the Clean Air Act!

[identity profile] wellinghall.livejournal.com 2014-11-12 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh yes!

[identity profile] lindahoyland.livejournal.com 2014-11-11 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Very true!

[identity profile] wellinghall.livejournal.com 2014-11-12 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
But better now than in the days before the Clean Air Act

[identity profile] heliopausa.livejournal.com 2014-11-12 10:19 am (UTC)(link)
:) Though I rather think you'd enjoy "No mail--no post--"!
Edited 2014-11-12 10:20 (UTC)

[identity profile] wellinghall.livejournal.com 2014-11-12 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
That does sound attractive ...