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. An Empty Threat
2. The Peaceful Shepherd
3. The Bonfire
4. The Wood-Pile
5. The Pauper Witch of Grafton

Arthur Adams (Артур Адамс) Bereft ("FOR nine drear nights my darling has been dead")

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