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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.



Robert Lee Frost's other poems:
  1. Looking for a Sunset Bird in Winter
  2. Paul’s Wife
  3. The Demiurge’s Laugh
  4. The Census-Taker
  5. On Looking up by Chance at the Constellations


Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

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

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