Sunday, June 26, 2005

Acquainted with the Night

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 droped 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(1874-1963)

I found an uneasy rythem to this poem when I read it. I'm not much of a poem reader but this caught my eye. I soothed my soul and sent a rush up my spine. To be one acquainted with the night is to be one acquainted with the morning as well. I pray for the dawn.