Robert Frost

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


Poem by Robert Frost

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.

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  • Tom Revitt (10/6/2018 7:06:00 PM)

    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(Report)Reply

    Jonathan(6/11/2019 6:57:00 AM)

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

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  • Thomas Revitt (9/19/2018 11:47:00 AM)

    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?(Report)Reply

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  • stephanie walter (8/31/2018 9:47:00 PM)

    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(Report)Reply

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  • Ruta MohapatraRuta Mohapatra (4/23/2018 11:47:00 AM)

    A very poignant poem. Frost at his best!(Report)Reply

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  • Walterrean Salley (11/24/2016 7:58:00 PM)

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

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  • Susan WilliamsSusan Williams (3/22/2016 1:28:00 PM)

    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(Report)Reply

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  • Brian JaniBrian Jani (4/26/2014 3:05:00 AM)

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

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  • Soma Sengupta (1/14/2014 5:18:00 PM)

    Nothing else to say. Cannot be said better.(Report)Reply

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  • Krishnakumar Chandrasekar NairKrishnakumar Chandrasekar Nair (11/12/2013 10:21:00 AM)

    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(Report)Reply

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  • * Sunprincess * (10/26/2012 10:25:00 AM)

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

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  • Sara S (1/22/2010 1:20:00 PM)

    Only God...(Report)Reply

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  • Jane Moon (8/27/2009 1:58:00 PM)

    This poem conveys a mood of great aloneness: awareness of time moving on ('summer was past and the day was past') , a somber and sinister aloneness. Surely there is a great sense of mourning.(Report)Reply

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  • Andrew Hoellering (5/31/2009 12:08:00 AM)

    You guys make it sound as though being alone is an un-American activity!
    In fact it is a necessary prelude to reflections which in turn has led to some of the greatest poems in the English language - Tennyson's In Memoriam, Wordsworth's Prelude and Matthew Arnold's Dover Beach come to mind.
    Frost belongs to this elite group who are able to withdraw into themselves and come up with something capable of changing our lives.(Report)Reply

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  • Robert Quilter (12/16/2008 11:13:00 AM)

    apparently Frost felt more alone than; 'acquainted with the night'(Report)Reply

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  • DOT H (4/7/2008 9:50:00 AM)

    Even those great poets and poems have the same feeling.. Being alone.. alas! ! !(Report)Reply

    Tom Revitt(10/6/2018 7:10:00 PM)

    Even loneliness is not alone, to exist it must have a context

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  • Fanny Lei (2/26/2005 12:30:00 PM)

    The speaker feels lonely, because he has lost someone (from the title bereft) . There' re part indicate the speaker wishes to die. 'Summer was past and day was past' mean the ending of life. Day was past mean it's night, and night mean the end of something.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 4, 2013