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
Told me my secret must be known:
Word I was in the house alone
Somehow must have gotten abroad,
Word I was in my life alone,
Word I had no one left but God.
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
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
Where do you get that idea? Was Frost an atheist? It's not at all apparent from the poem.
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?
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
A very poignant poem. Frost at his best!
(Bereft by Robert Frost.) The end justifies the means.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Wow! You realize God is all you need.. when God is all you have left..fabulous! .. :)
I think you missed the meaning. He's been left alone by a cruel God taken his loved ones away, a malevolent nature ready to take him next. Cloud rise, wind picks up, hardly celebratiion.