Robert Frost

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

The Flood - Poem by Robert Frost

Blood has been harder to dam back than water.
Just when we think we have it impounded safe
Behind new barrier walls (and let it chafe!),
It breaks away in some new kind of slaughter.
We choose to say it is let loose by the devil;
But power of blood itself releases blood.
It goes by might of being such a flood
Held high at so unnatural a level.
It will have outlet, brave and not so brave.
weapons of war and implements of peace
Are but the points at which it finds release.
And now it is once more the tidal wave
That when it has swept by leaves summits stained.
Oh, blood will out. It cannot be contained.

Topic(s) of this poem: natural disasters


Comments about The Flood by Robert Frost

  • Tom Allport (12/21/2016 5:43:00 PM)

    tom allport
    history is full of tears and regrets but man never learns and soon forgets (Report) Reply

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  • (12/18/2015 8:20:00 AM)


    ......an evocative and engaging write ★ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 10, 2015



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