Door, I was, yes, afraid of you. So slowly you swung back, Your bending murmurs falling in The dark, with creak and crack. I pooh-poohed each move of yours. I whispered, "'Tis the wind, That scurries by, swift poking you With mischief's fingered mind!" But suddenly a nameless fear Coiled like a snake of hate, And hissed and struck! I leaped and closed And locked you, cursing fate! Door, was I then afraid of you? I now lean low and hide More fearful of the shapeless things That stand and wait outside. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOT SIX DIFFERENCES by MARVIN BELL THE SEMANTICS OF FLOWERS ON MEMORIAL DAY by BOB HICOK AMOUR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GOOD-BYE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE BOSTON ATHENAEUM by AMY LOWELL THE GARDEN BY MOONLIGHT by AMY LOWELL |