My November Guest 1915 Robert Frost

November 13, 2013

Robert Frost wrote My November Guest in 1915.

http://www.bartleby.com/117/3.html

==quote

Robert Frost (1874–1963). A Boy’s Will. 1915.

3. My November Guest

MY Sorrow, when she’s here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walks the sodden pasture lane. 5

Her pleasure will not let me stay.
She talks and I am fain to list:
She’s glad the birds are gone away,
She’s glad her simple worsted gray
Is silver now with clinging mist. 10

The desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so truly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
And vexes me for reason why. 15

Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell her so,
And they are better for her praise. 20

==end poem

Poem is read aloud here:

My November Guest by Robert Frost

Robert Frost was 41 years old then. When Kennedy was inaugurated in 1961, he was 86.

Robert Frost was born in San Francisco, California, to journalist William Prescott Frost, Jr., and Isabelle Moodie.[2] His mother was of Scottish descent, and his father descended from Nicholas Frost of Tiverton, Devon, England, who had sailed to New Hampshire in 1634 on the Wolfrana.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Frost

Who is the guest now? Is the Nation created in the 1600s now the Guest of Diversity?

The real America is a collection of foreigners and migrants from Glitch Girl to Obama himself.

Is Puritan New England now a November Guest in a country of withered cities, schools, and even the sacred once White suburbs? Where is the great Nation founded in the 17th century by devout English Protestants? A Nation they conceived of as the best and purest Christian Nation on earth?

Those who are young now think that

Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;

They have no memory or knowledge that the America of Robert Frost ever existed. They don’t believe the old black and white movies show how the country was once a confident White Christian Nation that was a joy to live in compared to Her autumn days that we live through now.

To those in their 90s, America is a strange place. It is just a reminder of what it was. It is stronger in memory than its present misshapen form of a Cult of Diversity embodied by the unCamelot of Obama.

White Christian America went from barely sending space probes to putting a man on the Moon, a White Christian Man in 10 years. Now, just putting up a webpage is an adventure in Diversity and Affirmative Action contracting. Strange Asian faces appear at hearings to speak in accents about their failure. They have not the slightest sense of guilt or obligation.

It is impossible to imagine the men of Kennedy’s era failing so abjectly and not feeling guilt and shame. But those are White emotions and not for the Asians and friends of Jarrett who mismanaged healthcare.gov into its debut of diversity failure. It is what we expect from diversity. Twould be racism to expect them to show guilt for their taking health insurance away from the remnant of White Christian America.

The Asian witnesses seem to barely know this country or where they are. One of them said he didn’t know if his relative signed up, who is unemployed, because she was out of the country, i.e. back in their real homeland. This migrant witness simply drops in to relate his stories of failure in the 3rd person.

In the 1960s, the men who ran government did not consider this country a traveler’s tale of little meaning and no responsibility. But that is the attitude of the Affordable Asian, Black, Latino and Diversity Care Act.

She walks the sodden pasture lane.

Sorry, that is now a development or a trail for migrants coming North for free citizenship from the Stupid Gringos, or what is left of them. Not enough Gringos to feed the Diversity much longer. Nor pay for the Smart Asians who can’t deliver a webpage and feel no guilt over it. Cities could be nuked under their watch and they would not feel the slightest sense of connection. They are just travelers in the Autumn of America, a Nation founded by White Christians, a dwindling people of no consequence to them.

She’s glad the birds are gone away,

She’s glad the Whites are gone away,

They have flown away like birds, except they are dying actually or race mixing into oblivion. Another fate that Robert Frost’s America would find revolting.

The desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,

An apt description of a land felled by indifferent Diversity. These describe every land touched by Diversity in great numbers. The garden becomes a wasteland when Diversity moves in. They expect the fruits of the labor of Whites and then to lash them with the word racist.

The beauties she so truly sees,

These were once the stuff of life.

She’s glad her simple worsted gray
Is silver now with clinging mist.

Worsted gray shriveled away. That is what is left. So few seem to care.

Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days

This is all we have left it would seem.

Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell her so,
And they are better for her praise.

All the warnings wasted on a thousand web pages and million comments. The fools just prattle on in their PC diversity patter. Was ever a people more contemptible than White Christian America? What cowardice they have to see all taken from them and only a very very few to speak out about it.

More tout the latest token Diversity than will speak plainly or even praise a fellow White who does speak out.

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One Response to “My November Guest 1915 Robert Frost”


  1. “Christian” is open to debate. America’s yielding to the unarmed invasion by the third world is symptomatic of its (white) people’s abandonment of God’s law.It’s their lack of biblical Christianity, which forbids miscegenation and commands racial separation, that has brought about this ethnic catastrophe. If they were true Christians, it would never have happened.


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