Yet one smile more, departing, distant sun!William Cullen Bryant ~ November (a Sonnet)
One mellow smile through the soft vapoury air,
Ere, o’er the frozen earth, the loud winds run,
Or snows are sifted o’er the meadows bare.
One smile on the brown hills and naked trees…
Sunday Sayings: A pick from the poets, writers or scriptures – and a reminder not to let these constant rainy November days dull our sense of fun or joy!
3 thoughts on “One smile more”
Hi Laura. I followed up these lines and read the full sonnet, which I shared this morning with my wife over coffee. It’s rather good isn’t it, although I found myself smiling at the bleak humour of his description of November blues.
I’m glad you read on John as part of the reason for this theme is to encourage me to read as much poetry as possible and keep track of some of it – besides Bryant accords with just how I feel about winter and that sonnet has some very memorable lines of nostalgia:
“And the blue gentian flower, that, in the breeze,
Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.
Yet a few sunny days, in which the bee
Shall murmur by the hedge that skirts the way,”
Yes. I especially like those two lines about the bee.
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