Robert Frost

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

The Demiurge's Laugh - Poem by Robert Frost

It was far in the sameness of the wood;
I was running with joy on the Demon’s trail,
Though I knew what I hunted was no true god.
It was just as the light was beginning to fail
That I suddenly heard—all I needed to hear:
It has lasted me many and many a year.

The sound was behind me instead of before,
A sleepy sound, but mocking half,
As of one who utterly couldn’t care.
The Demon arose from his wallow to laugh,
Brushing the dirt from his eye as he went;
And well I knew what the Demon meant.

I shall not forget how his laugh rang out.
I felt as a fool to have been so caught,
And checked my steps to make pretence
It was something among the leaves I sought
(Though doubtful whether he stayed to see).
Thereafter I sat me against a tree.


Comments about The Demiurge's Laugh by Robert Frost

  • Rogelio Guillermo (10/11/2017 10:55:00 PM)


    Did it really happen..? only I can speculate. but Robert Frost being a writer can be in his creativity best... (Report) Reply

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  • Tom Allport (12/21/2016 5:28:00 PM)

    tom allport
    a case of the hunted being hunted (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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