Walter de la Mare

(1873 - 1958 / Kent / England)

Some One - Poem by Walter de la Mare

Some one came knocking
At my wee, small door;
Someone came knocking;
I'm sure-sure-sure;
I listened, I opened,
I looked to left and right,
But nought there was a stirring
In the still dark night;
Only the busy beetle
Tap-tapping in the wall,
Only from the forest
The screech-owl's call,
Only the cricket whistling
While the dewdrops fall,
So I know not who came knocking,
At all, at all, at all.

Comments about Some One by Walter de la Mare

  • Brenda Briggs-baio (5/7/2016 6:29:00 AM)

    I attended primary school in Sierra Leone, West Africa. Our Principal taught us poetry by Coral Recitation. That was I the early '70's yet the poem, together with 'The Listeners' are still in my memory (well, parts of it) This brings back such special memories. (Report) Reply

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  • Richard James (11/3/2009 12:14:00 AM)

    This Poem was in the 'Victorian Readers Third Book' for Grade Three pupils at Government Primary Schools in Victoria, Australia published in 1940. I vaguely remembered this Poem from my Grade three year in 1948, but when I recently found my Grade Three Reader and came across this delightful poem again, it bought back such pleasant memories. (Report) Reply

  • Cecile Bito (6/13/2009 5:03:00 PM)

    Thanks Mr Walter, for this marvellous poem. (Report) Reply

  • Sherrie Marker (8/31/2008 9:11:00 AM)

    I have no idea whether I'm reading too much into this but I see a connect with this poem and Walter de la Mare's 'THE LISTENERS' (Report) Reply

  • John Spree (11/12/2007 4:27:00 AM)

    I have been searching for this favourite poem for about sixty years! I could only remember the first four lines! Now I can commit the whole poem to memory and enjoy it over and over again. Thankyou so much! (Report) Reply

  • Trina Link (9/19/2006 7:16:00 AM)

    I used to sit on my mums knee when I was a small child and when we came to the section of the poem someone came knocking, I uses to knock on the wall or fireplace.It is my favourite poem, and I used to tell it to my sons when they were small. I now tell it to my grandchildren. (Report) Reply

  • Lizzy Tomlinson Lizzy Tomlinson (4/17/2006 4:49:00 PM)

    This I also learned at school. Was always my favourite piece of poetry. (Report) Reply

  • Monica Mcmahon (1/14/2005 6:18:00 AM)

    I learnt this poem when I was a child many many years ago at a mission school in Zimbabwe (formerly known as Rhodesia) and I have never forgotten it. It is one of the only peices of poetry that I can still rhyme off by heart, that shows what a deep impression it made on me. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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