An Old Man's Winter Night

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All out of doors looked darkly in at him
Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars,
That gathers on the pane in empty rooms.
What kept his eyes from giving back the gaze
Was the lamp tilted near them in his hand.
What kept him from remembering what it was
That brought him to that creaking room was age.
He stood with barrels round him -- at a loss.
And having scared the cellar under him
In clomping there, he scared it once again
In clomping off; -- and scared the outer night,
Which has its sounds, familiar, like the roar
Of trees and crack of branches, common things,
But nothing so like beating on a box.
A light he was to no one but himself
Where now he sat, concerned with he knew what,
A quiet light, and then not even that.
He consigned to the moon, such as she was,
So late-arising, to the broken moon
As better than the sun in any case
For such a charge, his snow upon the roof,
His icicles along the wall to keep;
And slept. The log that shifted with a jolt
Once in the stove, disturbed him and he shifted,
And eased his heavy breathing, but still slept.
One aged man -- one man -- can't keep a house,
A farm, a countryside, or if he can,
It's thus he does it of a winter night.
Tom Revitt 16 November 2018
A light he was to no one but himself Wow. What a line. A whole poem in that. Frost's best lines are as hard and round as a marble.
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Chandan Dey 25 August 2018
it's a wonderful poem of Robert Frost. The emptiness arising out of the loneliness of an old man is touchingly expressed in this poem. Thanks for posting. Chandan
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Savita Tyagi 25 August 2018
Sad reality of old age more and more people are experiencing.
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Charle Teal 25 August 2018
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Kumarmani Mahakul 25 August 2018
Beautiful poem with nice theme. Every line is interesting to read.
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A Wonderful Poem 25 August 2018
Every stanza stands out.
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Douglas Scotney 25 August 2018
May the moon my icicles keep too.
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John Shit 26 October 2016
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Lord Of The Rings 25 August 2018
You both deserve a long stint in.
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Lack Of Survellance 25 August 2018
Why would these comments not be removed? Over two years' old.
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Susan Williams 22 March 2016
From the moment we are born we edge to the time we become a forgetful old man who is tied to the present in his hands, his old gnarled hands and he wonders when those hands once young grew so old
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Brian Jani 26 April 2014
Awesome I like this poem, check mine out
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John Shit 26 October 2016
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