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 striking at my knee and missed.
Something sinister in the tone
Told me my secret my 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.
Robert Frost
4 comments:
I've read this poem before. It gives me the strangest feeling.
me too.
definitely has a strange tone to it. Wonder what it is really about? Or more likely its up to the readers imagination to figure it out. Good poem nonetheless.
Wow.
Strange feeling indeed.
It makes me feel like I should do more with my life for some reason.
Love,
Berto
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