No! Poem by Thomas Hood
No!
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 this 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 traveling at all--no locomotion--
No inkling of the way--no notion--
"No go" by land or ocean--
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!
I discovered No! in an anthology as a precocious ten-year-old, and I've resented it ever since. November is glorious! Here in Virginia, the weather is pleasantly cool. The ground and the gutters are still covered in the beauty of red, yellow, and golden brown leaves. November is the harbinger of December, and Hannukah and Christmas, with our Menorah next to our Christmas tree. I wish someone would take up the pen and excoriate February, so cold and bleak and empty!
You may like November in Virginia, but this poem was written about England, where November is definitely the worst month. The beautiful leaves are over by then and we simply have dreary grey weather, and probably the highest rainfall in the year. February has the early signs of Spring, and is a time of hope.
November is glorious! Here in Virginia, the weather is pleasantly cool. The ground and the gutters are still covered in the beauty of red, yellow, and golden brown leaves. November is the harbinger of December, and Hannukah and Christmas, with our Menorah next to our Christmas tree. I wish someone would take up the pen and excoriate February, so cold and bleak and empty! Maybe I'll do it myself.
November is covered in red, yellow, and golden leaves, and the harbinger of Hannukah and Christmas. Excoriate bleak February!
November is glorious! It is covered in red, yellow, and golden leaves, and the harbinger of Hannukah and Christmas. Excoriate bleak February!
November is glorious! The ground is covered in red, yellow, and golden leaves. November is the harbinger of Hannukah and Christmas. Excoriate bleak February!
November is glorious! The weather is pleasantly cool. The ground is covered in red, yellow, and golden leaves. November is the harbinger of Hannukah and Christmas. Excoriate bleak February!
November is glorious! The weather is pleasantly cool. The ground is covered in red, yellow, and golden leaves. November is the harbinger of December, and Hannukah and Christmas. Excoriate bleak February!
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November is glorious! Here in Virginia, the weather is pleasantly cool. The ground is covered in red, yellow, and golden leaves. November is the harbinger of December, and Hannukah and Christmas. A poet should excoriate February, so cold and bleak and empty!
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