November Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCD EFGFHFIFJF KLML NLOLPLQLRL STUTVT WUUUUUXU GUYUZQA2UB2UUUPU C2D2UD2UD2 UD2E2D2 F2D2PD2G2D2B2D2H2D2| THERE'S a patch of trees at the edge of the field | A |
| And a brown little house that is kept so warm | B |
| And a woman waiting by the hearth | C |
| Who still keeps most of a woman's charm | D |
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| She traffics in her woman's goods | E |
| And is my woman of affairs | F |
| Yet not so fast my moral men | G |
| November's most poetic airs | F |
| Are heavy with old lovers' tales | H |
| How hearths are holy with their prayers | F |
| How women give their fragrance up | I |
| And give their love to the man that dares | F |
| Now who goes heedless hearing that | J |
| At last we trade we laissez faires | F |
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| O moralizers it is hard | K |
| When I am not a candidate | L |
| For holy wedlock's offices | M |
| That mother has picked me out a mate | L |
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| And couldn't have made a sorrier choice | N |
| Than that same Smiley's daughter Kate | L |
| Who prays for the sinners of the town | O |
| And never comes to meeting late | L |
| Who sings soprano in the choir | P |
| And swallows Christian doctrine straight | L |
| Of all the girls deliver me | Q |
| From the girl you haven't the heart to hate | L |
| Piety O what a hideous thing | R |
| And thirty odd pounds she's underweight | L |
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| The winds of late November droop | S |
| Poor little failures very low | T |
| As up and down the farm they pass | U |
| Pass up and down and to and fro | T |
| And look for a home they are not to find | V |
| For they were homeless years ago | T |
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| But years ago I knew a girl | W |
| Beautiful fit for a Grand Vizier's | U |
| A girl with laughing on her lips | U |
| And in her eyes the quickest tears | U |
| And low of speech as when one finds | U |
| A mother cooing to her dears | U |
| I took the note into my heart | X |
| And so did other cavaliers | U |
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| If God had heard my prayer then | G |
| The good folk couldn't point and say | U |
| As mother says they're pointing now | Y |
| Behold one stands in the sinners' way | U |
| The stiffest sceptic bends his neck | Z |
| And stands on no more vain parley | Q |
| If such as she would have him come | A2 |
| Worship with her in the Baptist way | U |
| Accept the fables as he can | B2 |
| A Jewish God a Passion Play | U |
| And such a lover never comes | U |
| To fondling dirty drabs for pay | U |
| But God had another man for her | P |
| He cannot answer all that pray | U |
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| November winds are weak and cold | C2 |
| They lie at last beneath the blue | D2 |
| And sleep in the fields as cold as they | U |
| I know but one good thing to do | D2 |
| So hearken all ye mutineers | U |
| Every man to his rendezvous | D2 |
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| My woman waits by the hearth I say | U |
| And what is a scarlet woman to you | D2 |
| Her sins are scarlet if you will | E2 |
| Her lips are hardly of that hue | D2 |
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| And many a time I've seen her sit | F2 |
| Beside the hearth an hour or two | D2 |
| And set the pot upon the fire | P |
| And wait until she's spoken to | D2 |
| A hateful owl is roosting near | G2 |
| Who mocks my woman Hoo Hoo Hoo | D2 |
| But the pot sings back just as shrill as it can | B2 |
| And the angry fire log crashes through | D2 |
| And there the woman waits and I | H2 |
| ponder the ways of God and rue | D2 |
John Crowe Ransom
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