Jayaraj Vyas

At the Justice Department November 15, 1969 : Denise Levertov : : November Poems : : Months Poems : :

At the Justice Department November 15, 1969 BY DENISE LEVERTOVBrown gas-fog, whitebeneath the street lamps.Cut off on three sides, all space filledwith our bodies. Bodies that stumblein brown airlessness, whitenedin light, a mildew glare, that stumblehand in hand, blinded, retching.Wanting it, wantingto be here, the body believing it’sdying in its nausea, my headclear in itsContinue reading “At the Justice Department November 15, 1969 : Denise Levertov : : November Poems : : Months Poems : :”

The night is freezing fast : A E Housman : : November Poems : : Months Poems : :

The Night Is Freezing Fast : By A E Housman The night is freezing fast, To-morrow comes December; And winterfalls of old Are with me from the past; And chiefly I remember How Dick would hate the cold. Fall, winter, fall; for he, Prompt hand and headpiece clever, Has woven a winter robe, And madeContinue reading “The night is freezing fast : A E Housman : : November Poems : : Months Poems : :”

November for Beginners : Rita Dove : : November Poems : : Months Poems : :

“November for Beginners ” : : Rita Dove : : Snow would be the easyway out—that softeningsky like a sigh of reliefat finally being allowedto yield. No dice.We stack twigs for burningin glistening patchesbut the rain won’t give. So we wait, breedingmood, making musicof decline. We sit downin the smell of the pastand rise inContinue reading “November for Beginners : Rita Dove : : November Poems : : Months Poems : :”

There’s Nothing Like the Sun : Edward Thomas : : November Poems : : Months Poems : :

There’s Nothing Like The Sunby Philip Edward ThomasTHERE’S nothing like the sun as the year dies, 1Kind as it can be, this world being made so, 2To stones and men and beasts and birds and flies, 3To all things that it touches except snow, 4Whether on mountain side or street of town. 5The south wallContinue reading “There’s Nothing Like the Sun : Edward Thomas : : November Poems : : Months Poems : :”

November : Amy Lowell : : November Poems : : Months Poems : :

November : : By Amy Lowell ( ) Boston Massachusetts : : : : The vine leaves against the brick walls of my house, 1Are rusty and broken. 2 Dead leaves gather under the pine-trees, 3The brittle boughs of lilac-bushes 4Sweep against the stars. 5And I sit under a lamp 6Trying to write down theContinue reading “November : Amy Lowell : : November Poems : : Months Poems : :”

Autumn (November) : Walter de la Mare : : November Poems : : Months Poems : :

AUTUMN (November) : : By Walter de la Mare , Kent, England : : : : There is a wind where the rose was,Cold rain where sweet grass was,And clouds like sheepStream o’er the steepGrey skies where the lark was. Nought warm where your hand was,Nought gold where your hair was,But phantom, forlorn,Beneath the thorn,YourContinue reading “Autumn (November) : Walter de la Mare : : November Poems : : Months Poems : :”

At Day-Close in November : Thomas Hardy : ( 1 ) : : Mark Wilde ( Tenor ) & Philip Sunderland ( Piano ) ( November 29 , 2008 ) : ( 2 ) from Winter Words Composed by Benjamin Britton : : November Poems : : Months Poems : :

At day-close in NovemberBy Thomas Hardy : : : : The ten hours’ light is abating,And a late bird wings across,Where the pines, like waltzers waiting,Give their black heads a toss. 4Beech leaves, that yellow the noontime,Float past like specks in the eye;I set every tree in my June time,And now they obscure the sky.Continue reading “At Day-Close in November : Thomas Hardy : ( 1 ) : : Mark Wilde ( Tenor ) & Philip Sunderland ( Piano ) ( November 29 , 2008 ) : ( 2 ) from Winter Words Composed by Benjamin Britton : : November Poems : : Months Poems : :”

November : Thomas Hood : : November Poems : : Months Poems : :

November : : By Thomas Hood : London, England : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : :. No sun – no moon! 1No morn – no noon – 2No dawn – no dusk –Continue reading “November : Thomas Hood : : November Poems : : Months Poems : :”

To a Mouse : Robert Burns : : November Poems : : Months Poems : :

To a Mouse ( Original Scots ) Published dateNovember, 1785 : : : : BY ROBERT BURNSOn Turning her up in her Nest, with the Plough, November 1785. Wee, sleeket, cowran, tim’rous beastie,O, what a panic’s in thy breastie!Thou need na start awa sae hasty, Wi’ bickerin brattle!I wad be laith to rin an’ chaseContinue reading “To a Mouse : Robert Burns : : November Poems : : Months Poems : :”

The Shepherd’s Calendar: November : John Clare : : November Poems : : Months Poems: :

The Shepherds Calendar :November : : By John Clare : Northamptonshire / England : : :: The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon;And, if the sun looks through, ’tis with a faceBeamless and pale and round, as if the moon,When done the journey of her nightly race,Had found him sleeping, and supplied hisContinue reading “The Shepherd’s Calendar: November : John Clare : : November Poems : : Months Poems: :”