Storm Fear Poem by Robert Frost
Storm Fear
When the wind works against us in the dark,
And pelts with snow
The lowest chamber window on the east,
And whispers with a sort of stifled bark,
The beast,
'Come out! Come out!'-
It costs no inward struggle not to go,
Ah, no!
I count our strength,
Two and a child,
Those of us not asleep subdued to mark
How the cold creeps as the fire dies at length,-
How drifts are piled,
Dooryard and road ungraded,
Till even the comforting barn grows far away
And my heart owns a doubt
Whether 'tis in us to arise with day
And save ourselves unaided.
What are the preprations of a gentleman in the world of terrorism! Reveals straitly.
I think this poem is really about the weather. He lived on a farm in the US North East, having grown up in San Francisco, where such storms would have been unknown. The fear of being snowed in is very real.
How the cold creeps as the fire dies at length, - How drifts are piled, Nicely penned.
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When the wind works against us in the dark. Nicely written and well communicated. Sylva-Onyema Uba
I love Robert Frost's play on words in his poems... a great lesson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/13/2024 11:03:52 PM # 1.0.0
The poem, to me, shows what type of fear srikes a person when a storm comes, and not being a sotrm as in weather, but inside the soul storm. Good job Robert :)