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Robert Frost (1874 - 1963 / San Francisco / USA)
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Early years Robert Frost was born in San Francisco, California, to journalist William Prescott Frost, Jr., and Isabelle Moodie. His mother was of S .. more >>
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  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 striking at my knee and missed.
Something sinister in the tone
Told me my secret my 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.

Robert Frost


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  Andrew Hoellering  (5/31/2009 12:08:00 AM)

You guys make it sound as though being alone is an un-American activity!
In fact it is a necessary prelude to reflections which in turn has led to some of the greatest poems in the English language - Tennyson's In Memoriam, Wordsworth's Prelude and Matthew Arnold's Dover Beach come to mind.
Frost belongs to this elite group who are able to withdraw into themselves and come up with something capable of changing our lives.
  Robert Quilter  (12/16/2008 11:13:00 AM)

apparently Frost felt more alone than others...re; 'acquainted with the night'
  Kok Kare  (4/7/2008 9:50:00 AM)

Even those great poets and poems have the same feeling.. Being alone.. alas! ! !
  Fanny Lei  (2/26/2005 12:30:00 PM)

The speaker feels lonely, because he has lost someone (from the title bereft) . There' re part indicate the speaker wishes to die. 'Summer was past and day was past' mean the ending of life. Day was past mean it's night, and night mean the end of something.

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