Robert Frost

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

The Lockless Door - Poem by Robert Frost

It went many years,
But at last came a knock,
And I thought of the door
With no lock to lock.

I blew out the light,
I tip-toed the floor,
And raised both hands
In prayer to the door.

But the knock came again
My window was wide;
I climbed on the sill
And descended outside.

Back over the sill
I bade a "Come in"
To whoever the knock
At the door may have been.

So at a knock
I emptied my cage
To hide in the world
And alter with age.

Comments about The Lockless Door by Robert Frost

  • Rookie - 15 Points B J (11/1/2015 9:26:00 AM)

    Is this poem about death? When the time comes he was planning to go willingly but changes his mind, runs and hides.... (Report) Reply

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  • Freshman - 943 Points Stephen W (5/30/2014 9:05:00 PM)

    This one is really mysterious. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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