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. The Investment
  3. Reluctance
  4. Pan with Us
  5. Never Again Would Bird’s Song Be the Same

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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