Poets | Poem of the Day | Top 40 | Search | Comments | Privacy
February 11th, 2016 - we have 234 poets, 8,025 poems and 311,705 comments.
Robert Frost - Bereft

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 day was past.
Somber clouds in the west were massed.
Out in 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.

Share |

Added: Feb 1 2004 | Viewed: 1471 times | Comments and analysis of Bereft by Robert Frost Comments (40)

Bereft - Comments and Information

Poet: Robert Frost
Poem: 15. Bereft
Volume: West-Running Brook
Year: Published/Written in 1928
Poem of the Day: Aug 24 2000

Comment 40 of 40, added on January 1st, 2016 at 3:50 PM.
nmdQWJAbVPELyfmD

cckFvC

zfUTANEMRgJZyDW from South Africa
Comment 39 of 40, added on January 1st, 2016 at 12:41 AM.
APvbSjmAlTY

G1iuTX

yIpDzvVx from Venezuela
Comment 38 of 40, added on November 28th, 2015 at 2:45 AM.
wLdTTxpziICt

IxjPqq Im grateful for the blog.Really looking forward to read more. Awesome.

crorkservice from Kenya

Are you looking for more information on this poem? Perhaps you are trying to analyze it? The poem, Bereft, has received 40 comments. Click here to read them, and perhaps post a comment of your own.

Poem Info

Frost Info
Copyright © 2000-2015 Gunnar Bengtsson. All Rights Reserved. Links