Robert Frost

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

The Door In The Dark - Poem by Robert Frost

In going from room to room in the dark,
I reached out blindly to save my face,
But neglected, however lightly, to lace
My fingers and close my arms in an arc.
A slim door got in past my guard,
And hit me a blow in the head so hard
I had my native simile jarred.
So people and things don't pair any more
With what they used to pair with before.

Topic(s) of this poem: dark


Comments about The Door In The Dark by Robert Frost

  • Tom Allport (12/21/2016 5:42:00 AM)

    tom allport
    oops; better leave the light on next time provided you find the right switch? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 27, 2015



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