Robert Frost

(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)

A Cliff Dwelling - Poem by Robert Frost

There sandy seems the golden sky
And golden seems the sandy plain.
No habitation meets the eye
Unless in the horizon rim,
Some halfway up the limestone wall,
That spot of black is not a stain
Or shadow, but a cavern hole,
Where someone used to climb and crawl
To rest from his besetting fears.
I see the callus on his soul
The disappearing last of him
And of his race starvation slim,
Oh years ago - ten thousand years.


Comments about A Cliff Dwelling by Robert Frost

  • Veteran Poet - 1,042 Points Mark Arvizu (1/16/2015 9:01:00 AM)

    Where is your quiet safe place? (Report) Reply

    6 person liked.
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  • Rookie - 20 Points Akanksha Bhatt (6/4/2014 7:20:00 AM)

    this is really a good poem.. I like it.. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 2 Points Luna Tsuki (5/13/2014 12:24:00 AM)

    beautiful, like all of Robert Frost's poems (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 6 Points Dawn Fuzan (4/27/2014 9:00:00 AM)

    This us really good (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 102 Points Brian Jani (4/26/2014 2:51:00 AM)

    Awesome I like this poem, check mine out (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,921 Points Babatunde Aremu (11/11/2013 6:45:00 AM)

    A peep into the early or ancient days. Great write by the sage (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Courtney Adams (2/18/2013 2:08:00 AM)

    Mankind did not exist with dinosaurs. Mankind came millions of years later after dinosaurs (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 14,297 Points * Sunprincess * (10/25/2012 9:29:00 PM)

    most likely a cavemans home..a safe place to be from the dinosaurs.. :) (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Ejaz Mir (10/1/2012 10:45:00 AM)

    The charm of virgin wilderness. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Ciarli Ling (8/19/2012 7:37:00 AM)

    Desert and life, light of the world and the dark of the cave that he dwelled, in those times. A great moment depicted with poetic word from a such master. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Andrew Hoellering (2/24/2009 2:56:00 PM)

    We have seen such cave dwellings in a Turkish hillside, but our thoughts were very different to Frost's.Here thousands of years ago people found warmth and shelter from rain and storm, and at Lascaux and Altamira, the security of conversation and a place for art. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Sangnam Nam (10/30/2008 6:35:00 AM)

    what were you able to do
    about that dying people? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 26, 2013


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