“Thicker than rain-drops on November thorn.” ~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge, “Fragment 8”

Quai Voltaire
Paris, France, 1981
by Edouard Boubat


Two for Tuesday: November Rain

Old Houses

Year after year after year
I have come to love slowly
how old houses hold themselves—
before November’s drizzled rain
or the refreshing light of June—
as if they have all come to agree
that, in time, the days are no longer
a matter of suffering or rejoicing.
I have come to love
how they take on the color of rain or sun
as they go on keeping their vigil
without need of a sign, awaiting nothing
more than the birds that sing from the eaves,
the seizing cold that sounds the rafters.

~ Robert Cording


November for Beginners

Snow would be the easy
way out—that softening
sky like a sigh of relief
at finally being allowed
to yield. No dice.
We stack twigs for burning
in glistening patches
but the rain won’t give.
So we wait, breeding
mood, making music
of decline. We sit down
in the smell of the past
and rise in a light
that is already leaving.
We ache in secret,
a gloomy line
or two of German.
When spring comes
we promise to act
the fool. Pour,
rain! Sail, wind,
with your cargo of zithers!

~ Rita Dove


2 thoughts on ““Thicker than rain-drops on November thorn.” ~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge, “Fragment 8”

  1. I liked the warm weather better. Brrr…. And I don’t like getting up and going out when it’s dark, or coming home when it’s dark… I’m willing to hibernate until spring!

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