Tuesday, March 15, 2016

Tuesday Poem: "Acquainted with the Night" by Robert Frost



I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.



by Robert Frost


What can I say? He does it so well and he makes it look so easy, but he would have laboured long and hard for it to appear so effortless.






For more on poet, Robert Frost, see:

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/robert-frost
 

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