A house that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master,
With doors that none but the wind ever closes,
Its floor all littered with glass and with plaster;
It stands in a garden of old-fashioned roses.
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Such a beautiful poem by Robert Frost. Thank you for posting. Needs to be read again and again.
The rhythm of the life cycle embodied in the moment and if allowed to past may not return. Great feeling of the transience of life's opportunities.
Roses of love! ! The boon of her roses. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
rose is heavenly boon for human being- There when she comes on us mistily shining And grants us by silence the boon of her roses.
LOVE is flourished within rose - 'A word with you, that of the singer recalling- Old Herrick: a saying that every maid knows is A flower unplucked is but left to the falling, And nothing is gained by not gathering roses.'
You come up stinking like a sociopath Judith Blatherwick. The filth is all Over you from that mind.
a flower unpluged is but left to the falling,.........i love roses
nothing is gained by not gathering roses.' - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - a perfect line, it stands there in our memory whispering itself over and over again
An allegoric poem following no specific metrical form, but flowing nicely. ((And nothing is gained by not gathering roses)) I am impressed by this line, by the poem as a tightly assembled unit and I'll offer it an 8.
A great poem from the great poet and likes it much.
beautiful. really unexpected and, yes, enchanting. a misty quality indeed
beautiful. really unexpected and, yes, enchanting. a misty quality indeed
wow..this poem is very unforgettable..love the mysterious quality of the empty house with no mistress..but yet they go to the house to ask for roses..is there someone actually living there or just a ghost? ..fabulous write.. :)
A wonderful poem adorned with great rhyme and compelling images.