Saturday, November 01, 2008


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 "t'other side this way"--
No end to any Row--
No indications where the Crescents go--
No top to any steeple--
No recognitions of familiar people--
No courtesies for showing 'em--
No knowing 'em!
No traveling at all--no locomotion--
No inkling of the way--no notion--
"No go" by land or ocean--
No mail--no post--
No news from any foreign coast--
No Park, no Ring, no afternoon gentility--
No company--no nobility--
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member--
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds--

Thomas Hood


Jules said...

Is it just the way that I read that or does it paint a dismal picture of November!?! I mean, I get it all, the no's, but sheesh!

ebezp said...

Yeah fairly depressing but only if you let it be.......hey?!!!

Rae!xx said...

Never really thought about November like that before, but as usual food for thought..x

ebezp said...

This was written in the 19th century as well so maybe a tad more true then, do you think?

grace said...

No...vember. Interesting.

ebezp said...

Thanks Grace!