“My November Guest” Video

Below is a video that uses original footage to illustrate the poem “My November Guest” by Robert Frost. The narrator is Winston Tharp, with audio provided by LibriVox. The background sound is from freesound.org. Apart from the footage, all material used is public domain.

Frost, Robert. “My November Guest.” A Boy’s Will, David Nutt, London, 1913.

My Sorrow, when she’s here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
   She walked the sodden pasture lane.

Her pleasure will not let me stay.
   She talks and I am fain to list:
She’s glad the birds are gone away,
She’s glad her simple worsted gray
   Is silver now with clinging mist.

The desolate, deserted trees,
   The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so truly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
   And vexes me for reason why. 

Not yesterday I learned to know
   The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell her so,
   And they are better for her praise.