Bereft by Robert Frost

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 the day was past.

Sombre clouds in the west were massed.

Out on 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.


Bereft: "deprived of or lacking something, especially a nonmaterial asset." This shows the poem may be about the loss of something.


The deep sound of the wind sounds familiar.

What would this wind think of me standing on my porch looking at how the ocean is getting more violent.

Summer and the day were both finished.


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