Bereft Poem by Robert Frost

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
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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
* Sunprincess * 26 October 2012

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

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Sara S 22 January 2010

Only God...

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Andrew Hoellering 31 May 2009

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.

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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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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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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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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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