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.
Robert Frost
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Acquainted with the night
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Was this night where you found the peace of it, though? :)
ReplyDeleteA fellow insomniac.
ReplyDeleteNot signed by Robert Frosts but by: Sean Jenning..))
ReplyDeleteGreat choice of poem Sean!
ReplyDeleteLovely poem :-)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteCrushed,
ReplyDeletenow that's a question! :)
Seriously tried to remember when and why I wished 'the peace of the night' for the first time - but have obviously to pay tribute to my age. :)
jmb,
not 100 per cent. Sometimes, I'd go to bed 'with the hens' (German idiom), and get up at four - only to listen to the birds' welcome song to a new day. :)
Hans,
you see me irritated. 'Jenning'? :)
Jams, CherryPie, Nevin,
thank you. Glad, you like what I chose to calm myself down. :)
Great poem!
ReplyDeleteI have been one acquainted with the night.
ReplyDeleteArdent,
ReplyDeleteglad you like it. :)
Janice,
You too? :)