As the unofficial “poet laureate” within the United States, Robert Frost is considered one of the most prominent authors of our time for his ability to give ordinary men and rural life a voice. As a four time Pulitzer Prize winning poet and playwright, this WWI veteran earned significant acclaim with themes based in philosophy, social relationships, and tradition. Strongly influential, starkly honest, and painfully familiar with loss, Frosts’ rise as one of the most prominent 19th Century writers was based in not only his experiences but the kind of suffering every person faces at some point in their lives. His ability to traverse tradition with hints of modernism combined with his idiomatic style is truly unique, sometimes haunting, and well revered by most.
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 striking at my knee and missed,
Something sinister in the tone
Told me my secret may 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.