About being born in November

“November”

 

by Thomas Hood

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,
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Any one born in this gray and dreary month can surely relate to this Poem.

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2 thoughts on “About being born in November

  1. I’m born in October, and I have always thought of our months as a transition part of the year.
    November brings the first snow, cold bright blue skies and of course a chance at the end of the month to celebrate being able to enjoy another cycle of the season before Christmas and a New Year.
    Perhaps you were think of February 🙂

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