"November" by Leandro Bassano‘November’ by Lorna Davis The Society November 4, 2017 Beauty, Poetry 22 Comments The golden days of late October fade As bleak November’s iron skies descend. When tresses, like the leaden clouds, have grayed, We see our fruitful time’s approaching end. The sunlight that besieged us with its heat Now leans against the south walls, cold and tired. There is no empire time will not defeat; Each Golden Age that flared has soon expired. Byzantium lies silent under steel, Persepolis has crumbled back to dust. Despite the wistful longing we might feel, All times of summer fade, as fade they must. Embrace what time remains; it will not last. Your autumn, too, will soon be ancient past. Lorna Davis is a poet who is happily retired and living in California. Related Post ‘To the Class of 2018’ and Other Poetry by Benja... Exodos, Prologos to the Class of 2018 In times uncertain, ask your truest friends For counsel, and take all they say to heart— But know that we ar... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 22 Responses William Ruleman November 4, 2017 An apt Shakespearean sonnet for the season, laden with memorable music and somber truths . . . Reply Lorna Davis November 4, 2017 Thank you, Mr. Ruleman. Reply Satyananda Sarangi November 4, 2017 Lorna ma’am, greetings! This is a very beautiful and melodious sonnet; I feel I would remember it for a long time. Looking forward to reading more such pieces. 🙂 Regards Reply Lorna Davis November 4, 2017 Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it. Reply Satyananda Sarangi November 5, 2017 Ma’am, I had also enjoyed other poems of yours like ‘ Buyer’s Remorse’ and ‘Spirit’ as I can faintly remember. I would be grateful if I can have some feedback from you on mine here: http://classicalpoets.org/meadows-of-corn-and-other-poetry-by-satyananda-sarangi/ http://classicalpoets.org/the-pilgrimage-to-heaven-and-other-poetry-by-satyananda-sarangi/ Thank you for this sonnet on November again. Best wishes. Lorna Davis November 9, 2017 Mr. Sarangi, I must apologize for taking so long to respond. There are some projects going on in my house that have had things in disarray for the last several days. It is kind of you to ask for my opinion on your work; unlike so many of the poets and scholars here, I’m just an old rhymer, and have only begun to learn the proper terms for the rhythms, patterns and structures of classical poetry since joining this Society. You are probably years ahead of me in that regard. 🙂 But I have read the poems you referred me to, as well as the comments from other poets. You write beautiful poetry, with fine sentiments. I especially liked “The Pilgrimage to Heaven”; looking back through the perfect lens of hindsight, I would have lived a different life if I’d followed that sage advice. The comments you received contained some good advice from some very fine poets. I am always in awe of anyone who can write in a second language. I think we’re fortunate to have you here, and I look forward to reading more of your poetry! Bruce Edward Wren November 4, 2017 “Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.” Beautifully wrought poem. Congrats. Reply Lorna Davis November 4, 2017 Thank you. I don’t know if you’re a fan of Loreena McKennitt, but her “Cymbeline” is one of my favorites. Reply Dave Blanchard November 4, 2017 Stirring, like the multi-hued leaves in the season’s breezes. Thank you! Reply Lorna Davis November 4, 2017 Thank you! Reply NeoOvid33 November 4, 2017 Well written with good iambic. Reply Lorna Davis November 9, 2017 Thank you! Reply David Watt November 4, 2017 Your sonnet sings a universal truth. Lovely to read! Reply Lorna Davis November 9, 2017 Thank you, David. Reply David Hollywood November 5, 2017 Lovely representative imagery in your poetry. Thank you. Reply Lorna Davis November 9, 2017 Thank you! Reply James Sale November 8, 2017 A wonderful poem, perfectly executed: love the movement from the natural world – the sunlight that besieged us – to the great civilisations in the third stanza – to finally the crisp, curt personal application. This poem could be set alongside Shelley’s famous Ozymandias. Great stuff. Reply Lorna Davis November 9, 2017 Thank you James. The final couplet on this sonnet actually took a few years to get right. I’d write one, and not quite like it, and move it to the back burner again. Then one day it just worked. The process is such a mystery, sometimes. I’m glad you liked it. Reply Lew Icarus Bede November 8, 2017 The sonneteers are flourishing at SCP. This sonnet can easily be placed alongside Mr. Whidden’s classical embrace, Mr. MacKenzie’s Christ-centered vision, and Ms. Foreman’s rich domesticity. What I particularly like is the Shakespearean attitude clothed in language that is as refined as that of Thomas Gray. To use a Reid McGrath metaphor, Ms. Davis has hit a home run. Reply Lorna Davis November 9, 2017 Thank you, Mr. Bede. It’s no small thing to have this sonnet compared to the work of Mr. Whidden, Mr. MacKenzie, and Ms. Foreman. I never was any good at baseball. 🙂 But if I can hit a home run with a poem now and then, that’s fine with me. Reply Fr. Richard Libby November 12, 2017 This sonnet features lovely imagery and sobering truth. Congratulations! Reply Lorna Davis November 12, 2017 Thank you, Father Libby. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. 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