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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ETERNITY by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH SONATA IN PATHOS by CONRAD AIKEN THE CORNUCOPIA OF RED AND GREEN COMFITS by AMY LOWELL SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: J. MILTON MILES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO A MAN WORKING HIS WAY THROUGH THE CROWD by MARIANNE MOORE |