Robert Frost

(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)

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.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
Edited: Saturday, May 04, 2013

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  • Rookie - 58 Points Brian Jani (4/26/2014 3:05:00 AM)

    Awesome I like this poem, check mine out (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Soma Sengupta (1/14/2014 5:18:00 PM)

    Nothing else to say. Cannot be said better. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 415 Points Krishnakumar Chandrasekar Nair (11/12/2013 10:21:00 AM)

    When you are old and left out cold
    In some lonely place you call home
    And few come to call, i am often told
    Then God moves in and takes you in His fold.....

    I welcome all reading this to my page too for your valuable comments (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 10,463 Points * Sunprincess * (10/26/2012 10:25:00 AM)

    Wow! You realize God is all you need..
    when God is all you have left..fabulous! .. :) (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Sara S (1/22/2010 1:20:00 PM)

    Only God... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Jane Moon (8/27/2009 1:58:00 PM)

    This poem conveys a mood of great aloneness: awareness of time moving on ('summer was past and the day was past') , a somber and sinister aloneness. Surely there is a great sense of mourning. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie 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. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Robert Quilter (12/16/2008 11:13:00 AM)

    apparently Frost felt more alone than others...re; 'acquainted with the night' (Report) Reply

  • Rookie DOT H (4/7/2008 9:50:00 AM)

    Even those great poets and poems have the same feeling.. Being alone.. alas! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie 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. (Report) Reply

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