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

3 comments:

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!