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 (13)

A very poignant poem. Frost at his best!
(Bereft by Robert Frost.) The end justifies the means.
This poem weeps actual tears and it opens the doors of our soul to the gray cold winds of winter and bereavement. Frost knows we live an essentially lonely lives at times like this when we would love a friend's comforting and silent arm around us
Awesome I like this poem, check mine out
Nothing else to say. Cannot be said better.
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