Blood has been harder to dam back than water.
Just when we think we have it impounded safe
Behind new barrier walls (and let it chafe!),
It breaks away in some new kind of slaughter.
We choose to say it is let loose by the devil;
But power of blood itself releases blood.
It goes by might of being such a flood
Held high at so unnatural a level.
It will have outlet, brave and not so brave.
weapons of war and implements of peace
Are but the points at which it finds release.
And now it is once more the tidal wave
That when it has swept by leaves summits stained.
Oh, blood will out. It cannot be contained.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Robert Frost's poem The Flood


  1. jay says:

    wow i love this poem i could read 9 all day

  2. hititio says:

    This poem is very- what do u call it? DEEP!!! G’Day!

  3. walter says:

    this poem is the best poem i have ever herd.

  4. neal says:

    Wish this poem could be viewed by FEMA

  5. Jared says:

    This poem is awesome. He has such a way with words.

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