November Comments

No Brexit! ! And I'm dead in a ditch

It's not a comment on the weather, but about the smog that blotted out everything in a sulphurous yellow haze that tasted of coal and made you cough. You could hardly see your hand in front of your face and it brought on asthma and fits of coughing, killing dozens of people afflicted with breathing problems... The world was reduced to a twilight haze and people were advised to stay indoors - THAT'S what this poem is about!

What a miserable tw*t

Clearly a time before global warming. This is the November of my childhood, a time of winter fog, ice and snow. I long for the seasons to return. The complete version of the poem is even more evocative of this time of year.

Clearly a time before global warming. This is the November of my childhood, a time of winter fog, ice and snow. I long for the seasons to return. The full version of the poem is even more evocative of this time of year.

I was born in November. what's wrong with that? ? ?

Not complete poem. For Shame

I remember this poem from high school, and - unless he wrote two - this isn't it. It is much longer - 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 the other side of the way, no top to any steeple, ... and a lot more.

Perfect poem for this dreary month

What a horrible poem Surely now days we should see that mother nature need to rest I hate this poem it annoys me

I learnt the poem at school 66 years ago but remember it as being longer than this Does anyone know it all

I learnt this wonderful poem at School in 1954

this isn't the whole poem! this is about a third of the full thing

Such a clever poem! Love this - think I will get my students to write a similar one.

An exact and precise descriptive poem of the hopelessness of this often dreary month. The poem can also describe a clinically depressed person who may 'head knowledge' knowledge that bright health is near (Christmas in December) , but who is wrapped up in the repeating, joyless present - melancholy mourning. A sad poem.

I want reference to the context of the poem November

The previous poem is the full version. Looking out of my window first thing this 1st November morning of 2015, brought it to mind. A true celebration of the month ahead...but I do believe the sun is trying to break through! So flee depression!

That's November for you. The blah month.

The poem actually has several more verses, showing what the month was like in fog-filled London in the early Victorian period when he wrote it. It's most quoted version is as above; probably from a 1980s pop band using it on an album, though I'm not sure of that. As a child I always resented it because I was a November baby and it was always quoted at me on my birthday. I like it better if I see it as a description of a specific time and place in that month rather than an insult to the month (though I do have to admit it is sometimes true of November!) .

No-one who has experienced the English winter can read this poem without a shiver of amusement!