Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост)
November
We saw leaves go to glory,
Then almost migratory
Go part way down the lane,
And then to end the story
Get beaten down and pasted
In one wild day of rain.
We heard "'Tis Over" roaring.
A year of leaves was wasted.
Oh, we make a boast of storing,
Of saving and of keeping,
But only by ignoring
The waste of moments sleeping,
The waste of pleasure weeping,
By denying and ignoring
The waste of nations warring.
Robert Lee Frost's other poems:- Astrometaphysical
- Departmental
- Unharvested
- I Could Give All to Time
- Trespass
Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):
John Clare (Джон Клэр) November ("The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon") Hartley Coleridge (Хартли Кольридж) November ("THE mellow year is hasting to its close") Robert Binyon (Роберт Биньон) November ("Together we laughed and talked in the warm--lit room") John Payne (Джон Пейн) November ("THE tale of wake is told; the stage is bare") Frederick Tuckerman (Фредерик Такерман) November ("Oh! who is there of us that has not felt") William Bryant (Уильям Брайант) November ("Yet one smile more, departing, distant sun!") Duncan Scott (Дункан Скотт) November ("Above the lifeless pools the mist films swim") William Cartwright (Вильям Картрайт) November ("Thou Sun that shed'st the Dayes, looke downe and see") Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) November ("The world is tired, the year is old") Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас) November ("NOVEMBER'S days are thirty") Emily Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон) November ("Besides the autumn poets sing")
Тема стихотворения (Poem Theme): November (Ноябрь)
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