Robert Frost

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

A Cliff Dwelling - Poem by Robert Frost

There sandy seems the golden sky
And golden seems the sandy plain.
No habitation meets the eye
Unless in the horizon rim,
Some halfway up the limestone wall,
That spot of black is not a stain
Or shadow, but a cavern hole,
Where someone used to climb and crawl
To rest from his besetting fears.
I see the callus on his soul
The disappearing last of him
And of his race starvation slim,
Oh years ago - ten thousand years.

Comments about A Cliff Dwelling by Robert Frost

  • (12/19/2017 7:46:00 AM)

    Robert frost is the best poet of the world (Report) Reply

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  • Rogelio Guillermo (10/26/2017 5:22:00 PM)

    Sounds to me like a flying dinosaur living in a cave high up on a cliff where he could fly there and rest free of worry. (Report) Reply

  • Mark Arvizu (1/16/2015 9:01:00 AM)

    Where is your quiet safe place? (Report) Reply

  • Akanksha Bhatt (6/4/2014 7:20:00 AM)

    this is really a good poem.. I like it.. (Report) Reply

  • Luna Tsuki (5/13/2014 12:24:00 AM)

    beautiful, like all of Robert Frost's poems (Report) Reply

  • Dawn Fuzan (4/27/2014 9:00:00 AM)

    This us really good (Report) Reply

  • Brian Jani (4/26/2014 2:51:00 AM)

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

  • Babatunde Aremu (11/11/2013 6:45:00 AM)

    A peep into the early or ancient days. Great write by the sage (Report) Reply

  • (2/18/2013 2:08:00 AM)

    Mankind did not exist with dinosaurs. Mankind came millions of years later after dinosaurs (Report) Reply

  • (10/25/2012 9:29:00 PM)

    most likely a cavemans home..a safe place to be from the dinosaurs.. :) (Report) Reply

  • (10/1/2012 10:45:00 AM)

    The charm of virgin wilderness. (Report) Reply

  • (8/19/2012 7:37:00 AM)

    Desert and life, light of the world and the dark of the cave that he dwelled, in those times. A great moment depicted with poetic word from a such master. (Report) Reply

  • (2/24/2009 2:56:00 PM)

    We have seen such cave dwellings in a Turkish hillside, but our thoughts were very different to Frost's.Here thousands of years ago people found warmth and shelter from rain and storm, and at Lascaux and Altamira, the security of conversation and a place for art. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 26, 2013

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