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Bereft

Rating: 3.1

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
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Tom Revitt 06 October 2018

Interesting how God comes in at the end. But it is not the Christian God, the benevolent god, but the pagan god of the universe that does what he will

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Jonathan 11 June 2019

Where do you get that idea? Was Frost an atheist? It's not at all apparent from the poem.

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Sybarite123 11 February 2021

I strongly disagree. Frost here is indeed referring to the Christian God. Only the Christian God can confort you and be a real friend. A retired Catholic priesr

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Thomas Revitt 19 September 2018

I don't see a problem with the meter; it does slightly shift but that is consistent with the disintegration in mood. Tone theme and effect are heightened, don't you think?

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stephanie walter 31 August 2018

I love Frost. He was of his time. There are problems w the meter here - but I still come back to this again and again... the encroachment of old age - the loneliness of another season passed. Pure genius

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Ruta Mohapatra 23 April 2018

A very poignant poem. Frost at his best!

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Walterrean Salley 24 November 2016

(Bereft by Robert Frost.) The end justifies the means.

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Susan Williams 22 March 2016

This poem weeps actual tears and it opens the doors of our soul to the gray cold winds of winter and bereavement. Frost knows we live an essentially lonely lives at times like this when we would love a friend's comforting and silent arm around us

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Brian Jani 26 April 2014

Awesome I like this poem, check mine out

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Soma Sengupta 14 January 2014

Nothing else to say. Cannot be said better.

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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

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* Sunprincess * 26 October 2012

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

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