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:
- What Fifty Said
- Looking for a Sunset Bird in Winter
- The Investment
- The Times Table
- The Need of Being Versed in Country Things
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