The Flood Poem by Robert Frost

The Flood

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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.

Thursday, December 10, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: natural disasters
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
* Sunprincess * 18 December 2015

......an evocative and engaging write ★

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Tom Allport 21 December 2016

history is full of tears and regrets but man never learns and soon forgets

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Suryendu Chaudhury 05 October 2020

This fluid has been spilled by the hatred and violence of insensible.

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Dr Antony Theodore 30 August 2020

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. a very nice poem of Frost. tony

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Paresh Chakra 24 November 2018

So nice poem I like this poem

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Bob Babluy 16 March 2018

Good. I can't even right a POEM.

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Bill Buttlicker 29 January 2018

What the fuck What is wrong with you Frost.

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Bob Babluy 16 March 2018

LANGUAGE! ! !

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