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:
- Looking for a Sunset Bird in Winter
- The Investment
- Reluctance
- Pan with Us
- Never Again Would Bird’s Song Be the Same
Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):
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