Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост)

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.

1. Brown’s Descent
2. They Were Welcome to Their Belief
3. Christmas Trees
4. Fireflies in the Garden
5. Now Close the Windows

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Bereft ("In the black winter morning") 1901

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