Bereft

Where had I heard this wind before
Change like this to a deeper roar?
What would it take my standing there for,
Holding open a restive door,
Looking down hill to a frothy shore?
Summer was past and the day was past.
Sombre clouds in the west were massed.
Out on the porch's sagging floor,
Leaves got up in a coil and hissed,
Blindly struck at my knee and missed.
Something sinister in the tone
Told me my secret must be known:
Word I was in the house alone
Somehow must have gotten abroad,
Word I was in my life alone,
Word I had no one left but God.

by Robert Frost

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Interesting how God comes in at the end. But it is not the Christian God, the benevolent god, but the pagan god of the universe that does what he will
I don't see a problem with the meter; it does slightly shift but that is consistent with the disintegration in mood. Tone theme and effect are heightened, don't you think?
I love Frost. He was of his time. There are problems w the meter here - but I still come back to this again and again... the encroachment of old age - the loneliness of another season passed. Pure genius
A very poignant poem. Frost at his best!
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