I had mixed emotions about the poem “My
November Guest.” I don’t think I have the right words to describe them
properly. On the one hand, when I read the description of the scenery, there
were things mentioned (“bare withered
trees,” “the mist,” “the desolated, deserted trees,” for example) which are
generally associated with melancholy. Thus, I felt quite sad. It was a mild
sadness, not an overwhelming one; a sadness strong enough to push a heavy sigh
through my lips but not enough to bring tears to my eyes. On the other hand,
when I realized that the narrator in the poem was seeing some beauty in those
looming and bleak elements I experience some warm happiness because he managed
to spot something good in all that. It wasn’t a sheer happiness but it was
enough to bring a smile to my face.
As for the colours, despite the fact
that some are mentioned in the poem such as grey, black and silver, I thought
about warm ones: red, yellow, brown and orange. Those colours are very common
in Autumn (the season in which the scene of the poem is described) and one can
see all them anywhere: on the top of the tress and scattered throughout the
floor as well.
Then, as regard the tune— trying not
to sound trite by choosing Vivaldi’s Autumn— the poem reminded me of a Guns N’
Roses’ song: Estranged. The song might not be directly related or connected to
the poem. Whereas the former – in my opinion— is about a person who has lost his
beloved and is learning to cope with that, the latter – later on I will enlarge
on this point— is about an old person whose life is coming to an end. However,
both of them evoke the same complex feeling which is a compound of sadness and
happiness. In either piece, those feelings are so dexterously woven by the
artists that one cannot experience one without experiencing the other. In addition to that, I consider that both,
the poem and the song, deal with the idea of accepting the hardships of life
(which doesn’t mean resignation) in order to appreciate what one has.
Regarding my interpretation of the poem, I
think it is about an elderly person who has learned to accept those apparently
negative aspects of old age and now it is quite happy with his life as it is. I
interpreted the description of the scenery as a metaphor of being old. Words
such as “grey” “withered” are
generally associated with decay and deterioration (things that are also
associated with old age.) The phrase “the
birds are gone away” could make reference to the narrator’s children who
went to live to their own house, they “left the nestle.” Now he is alone, “deserted” and “desolated.” In addition to that, Autumn (the season in which the
poem takes place) also suggests this idea of old age since in this season the
leaves fall and there is a decline of the life that bloomed in Spring. Following this analogy, Spring, with its bust
and proliferation of life, will stand for birth and childhood; Summer, with all
its exuberance and frantic activity, will stand for adolescence and adulthood,
and Winter, with all its stillness and cold, will stand for death.
Consequently, when we read in the poem about “the November days” we can
interpret that as that the man who is talking, the narrator, is very old and he
doesn’t have too much time left. November is the last month of Autumn, what
comes after that is the “snow”, that is to say, “Winter,” in other words,
death.
All those elements mentioned generally
have a sad and somber connotation. Yet, the narrator, accompanied by “his Sorrow,” sees them as beautiful
things. The fact that the narrator is
with his Sorrow (personified in a SHE) might indicate that he is sad. However, he
seems to be happy with her: he is “fain to list” what she says. Besides, it
appears that he admires her since in the last line he mentions that she“praises
things better.” The narrator learned
to appreciate, “to love the November
days.” In addition to all that, the
title of the poem also seems to hint that the author is comfortable with his
Sorrow. There, the Sorrow is mentioned as his “November Guest,” not as an Intruder. In other words, he accepts her, and it is
because he accepts her that he is able to appreciate the beauties that “she so truly sees (…) and praise” in
things that normally are associated with sadness.
Finally, I think that I could relate this
poem with the book “to the lighthouse” in the sense that both deal with this
idea that there is no outer, absolute reality. The objects that we describe
don’t have embedded in themselves the feelings or emotions that they evoke. It
is all perception, things that we might find sad, other people might find them
cheerful or vice versa. An example could be that in the lighthouse whereas the
sea in Lily’s eyes is quiet and calm, in the Ramseys’ is rough and tough.
Similarly, in the poem, what could be generally associated with sad and
depressing things is seen beautiful by the narrator.