Hallows Coming – Frost

Frost’s poem diverges a bit from my previous Halloween poems. Loss and loneliness is experienced in many various ways by different people in unique settings, none exactly identical. Memories of missed loved ones can inspire or haunt us, or both.

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I - Nemo font_halloween Dwell in a lonely house I know
That vanished many a summer ago,
And left no trace but the cellar walls,
And a cellar in which the daylight falls,
And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.

O’er ruined fences the grape-vines shield
The woods come back to the mowing field;
The orchard tree has grown one copse
Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops;
The footpath down to the well is healed.

abandoned victorian home

I dwell with a strangely aching heart
In that vanished abode there far apart
On that disused and forgotten road
That has no dust-bath now for the toad.
Night comes; the black bats tumble and dart;

The whippoorwill is coming to shout
And hush and cluck and flutter about:
I hear him begin far enough away
Full many a time to say his say
Before he arrives to say it out.

It is under the small, dim, summer star.
I know not who these mute folk are
Who share the unlit place with me–
Those stones out under the low-limbed tree
Doubtless bear names that the mosses mar.

They are tireless folk, but slow and sad,
Though two, close-keeping, are lass and lad,–
With none among them that ever sings,
And yet, in view of how many things,
As sweet companions as might be had.

Robert Frost, Ghost House


Halloween breaker

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2 thoughts on “Hallows Coming – Frost

  1. Robert wrote many fine poems, this is an excellent example, and one which led me immediately, due to the opening line, to another by another of my favourite poets. Emily Dickinson. The first line alone is one I have carried with me since first I read it many moons ago. – Esme Cloud.

    I dwell in Possibility –
    A fairer House than Prose –
    More numerous of Windows –
    Superior – for Doors –

    Of Chambers as the Cedars –
    Impregnable of eye –
    And for an everlasting Roof
    The Gambrels of the Sky –

    Of Visitors – the fairest –
    For Occupation – This –
    The spreading wide my narrow Hands
    To gather Paradise –

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    • I echo you dear Esme on your warm fondness of Emily Dickinson and this poem, I Dwell in Possibility. I did not remember it in all my recollections and search for Dickinson poems. Thank you for this! ❤ I picked for this series The Only Ghost I Ever Saw for its fine spookiness during our Hallowed season. 🎃⚰️🦇

      I can see quite well why you Madame like that first line. I relate! That is so you! 😉 And that first line reminds me of another poet, writer I am fond of: Walt Whitman…

      Do I contradict myself? Then very well,
      I contradict myself,
      I am large, I contain multitudes.

      Very warm, kind thanks for stopping by Esmeralda. 🥰


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