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

Comments (16)

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!
(Bereft by Robert Frost.) The end justifies the means.
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