Poem by Robert Lee Frost

The Door in the Dark

In going from room to room in the dark,
I reached out blindly to save my face,
But neglected, however lightly, to lace
My fingers and close my arms in an arc.
A slim door got in past my guard,
And hit me a blow in the head so hard
I had my native simile jarred.
So people and things don’t pair any more
With what they used to pair with before.

1. The Egg and the Machine
2. The Exposed Nest
3. An Empty Threat
4. Into My Own
5. Fireflies in the Garden

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