Friday, February 4, 2011

Poetry Friday: Storm Fear

 4 below this morning, and another storm brewing - this lesser-known poem by Robert Frost seems terribly appropriate:

Storm Fear

When the wind works against us in the dark,
And pelts with snow
The lower chamber window on the east,
And whispers with a sort of stifled bark,
The beast,
"Come out! Come out!" --
It costs no inward struggle not to go,
Ah, no!

I count our strength,

So glad my dooryard is not ungraded!
Two and a child,
Those of us not asleep subdued to mark
How the cold creeps as the fire dies at length, --
How drifts are piled,
Dooryard and road ungraded,
Till even the comforting barn grows far away
And my heart owns a doubt
Whether 'tis in us to arise with day

And save ourselves unaided.

This week Poetry Friday is at Dori Reads


Barbara said...

How the cold creeps as the fire
dies at length

I can see it and I can feel it.

Frost is such a great example of 'less is more.'

Tara said...

He does capture the essence of winter...and those photos helped!

Mary Lee said...

It's been a great winter for Frost poems!