November’s poems

… are autumnal ones by:

(I) Shakespeare (sonnet LXXIII; mentioned in this apology for liberal learning) …

and

(II) the Pet Shop Boys.

I

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That time of year thou mayst in me behold

When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang

Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,

Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.

In me thou see’st the twilight of such day

As after sunset fadeth in the west;

Which by and by black night doth take away,

Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.

In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire,

That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,

As the death-bed, whereon it must expire,

Consumed with that which it was nourish’d by.

This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,

To love that well, which thou must leave ere long.

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II

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It’s only the wind

Blowing litter all around

Just a little wind

And the trees are falling down

There’s nobody crying

That was yesterday

Inside we’re all smiling

Everything’s okay

It’s only the wind

Blowing cans along the street

Someone’s dustbin lid

Playing havoc with the peace

There’s nobody hiding

Behind a locked door

And no one’s been lying

’Cause we don’t lie any more

It’s only the wind

How it takes you by surprise

Suddenly begins

Then before you know it dies

My hands are not shaking

I don’t touch a drop

You must be mistaken

I know when to stop

When life is calmer

I have no doubt

No angry drama

A storm blows itself out

It’s only the wind

They say it’s getting worse

The trouble that it brings

Haunts us like a curse

My nerves are all jangled

But I’m pulling through

I hope I can handle

What I have to do

When life is calmer

I have no doubt

No angry drama

A storm blows itself out

A storm blows itself out

I’m sorry …

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“Calmer” / “drama” … 😄