Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост)

The Lockless Door


It went many years,
But at last came a knock,
And I though of the door
With no lock to lock.

I blew out the light,
I tip-toed the floor,
And raised both hands
In prayer to the door.

But the knock came again.
My window was wide;
I climbed on the sill
And descended outside.

Back over the sill
I bade a ’Come in’
To whatever the knock
At the door may have been.

So at a knock
I emptied my cage
To hide in the world
And alter with age.

Robert Lee Frost’s other poems:

  1. What Fifty Said
  2. Looking for a Sunset Bird in Winter
  3. The Investment
  4. The Times Table
  5. The Need of Being Versed in Country Things

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