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Ghost house , Poem By : Robert Frost – 1915

Ghosts house 2
Derelict old house at Durrow , Co Laois, Ireland.
Irish landscape photography : Nigel Borrington

Ghost House

Robert Frost (1915)

I 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.

Ghosts house 3.

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.

Ghosts house 1.

It is under the small, dim, summer star.
I know not who these mute folk are
Who share the unlit place with meβ€”
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,β€”
With none among them that ever sings,
And yet, in view of how many things,
As sweet companions as might be had.

Ghosts house 4

10 responses

  1. Excellent post. Fabulous poem. The other day I visited the concrete floors and rubble and solitary basketball court complete with buddleia plants and shoulder high willows of the school where I gained my first promotion. It had once crackled with youth and hope and learning and the future and now it lay derelict, demolished, deserted.

    May 22, 2014 at 2:58 pm

    • Hello Simon πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

      I think we all have these places – their Ghosts reminding us of how fast time passes .

      Thank you – thats a great addition to the post πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

      May 22, 2014 at 8:09 pm

  2. This is such a classic sounding poem, Timeless, just like the house. I actually saw a Most Haunted where they “investigated” this house (though I’ve forgotten its name)

    Lovely …as ever, Nigel!

    May 22, 2014 at 3:06 pm

  3. Hello Morgan πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

    That’s great I will see if I can find it online πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

    Thank you !!!

    May 22, 2014 at 8:06 pm

  4. Lynette Mary Moon

    Pictures just so stunning, as always, and I truly loved the Poem. Haunted? why not, after all it is Ireland!!

    May 23, 2014 at 12:42 am

  5. What a lovely old house. The stories it could tell. You’ve captured it beautifully. Enjoyed the poem too. πŸ™‚

    May 23, 2014 at 1:01 am

  6. You’ve definitely captured the spookiness Nigel! : )))

    May 23, 2014 at 1:06 am

  7. What a grand old house it would have been in it’s hey day eh? Wonderful captures Nigel and the poem is fabulous πŸ™‚

    May 23, 2014 at 1:32 pm

  8. Fantastic and so enjoyable – poetry certainly gives you interesting photos another dimension

    May 25, 2014 at 11:05 pm

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