No sun – no moon!
The November come at last Beneath a veil of rain;
The night winds blows its folds aside,
Her face is full of pain.
The latest of her race, she takes
The Autumn’s vacant throne:
She has but one short moon to live,
And she must live alone.”
– Richard Henry Stoddard, November
Canadian, November Entertainment
“All in November’s soaking mist
We stand and prune the naked tree,
While all our love and interest
Seem quenched in the blue-nosed misery.”
Ruth Pitter, 1897-1992, The Diehards, 1941
For the past 75 years, audiences have discovered the exhilaration of a shared musical experience and witnessed something uniquely beautiful unfold on stage as hundreds of musicians performed with passion and pride. With over 3,000 Concerts, 1,400 Guest Artists and Conductors and 9 Music Directors, the VS has become one of the premier orchestras in Canada.
“The wild gander leads his flock thru” November comes through the cool night,
Ya-honk! He says, and sounds it down to me like an invitation: The pert may suppose it meaningless, but I listen closer,I find its purpose and place up there toward the November sky.”
– Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass, 1855,
I Celebrate Myself, Line 238
“Fog in November, trees have no heads,
Streams only sound, walls suddenly stop
Half-way up hills, the ghost of a man spreads
Dung on dead fields for next year’s crop.
I cannot see my hand before my face,
My body does not seem to be my own,
The world becomes a far-off, foreign place,
People are strangers, houses silent, unknown.”
Leonard Clark, Fog in November