Some One Poem by Walter de la Mare
Some One
Some one came knocking
At my wee, small door;
Someone came knocking;
I'm sure-sure-sure;
I listened, I opened,
I looked to left and right,
But nought there was a stirring
In the still dark night;
Only the busy beetle
Tap-tapping in the wall,
Only from the forest
The screech-owl's call,
Only the cricket whistling
While the dewdrops fall,
So I know not who came knocking,
At all, at all, at all.
I have no idea whether I'm reading too much into this but I see a connect with this poem and Walter de la Mare's 'THE LISTENERS'
"Tell them I came…" folks you with dread even decades later while the forest sounds in the other help create a mood of comfort and domestic peace: they are sounds that one us accustomed to.
I have been searching for this favourite poem for about sixty years! I could only remember the first four lines! Now I can commit the whole poem to memory and enjoy it over and over again. Thankyou so much!
A magnificent piece with fascinating imagery! 'Only the busy beetle Tap-tapping in the wall, Only from the forest The screech-owl's call, Only the cricket whistling While the dewdrops fall' A poem to be loved by all categories of readers forever!
Read this first time ever in my edition of Poets and Poetry in fourth grade back in 1954. It burst out of the subconscious unbeckoned a few minutes ago when I went to pick up the phone and there was silence at the other end!
Can sound a little scary at times i mean a little huanting soundiing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/12/2024 10:19:35 AM # 1.0.0
This Poem was in the 'Victorian Readers Third Book' for Grade Three pupils at Government Primary Schools in Victoria, Australia published in 1940. I vaguely remembered this Poem from my Grade three year in 1948, but when I recently found my Grade Three Reader and came across this delightful poem again, it bought back such pleasant memories.