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Summer was past and day was past.  Somber clouds in the west were massed. | by alibubba
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Summer was past and day was past. Somber clouds in the west were massed.

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 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.

 

This poem quite suits my mood today. Dark, cloudly, ominous. Robert Frost has such a way of capturing moods so simply and perfectly.

 

totw: literary genius

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Taken on September 23, 2009