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 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 (1874–1963)
Photo by Christine Klocek-Lim
One luminary clock . . .
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I’m not sure if this is your last Autumn Sky posting, but this is a lovely poem and thank you for what you have done and brought to us.
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Thank you. One more post tomorrow, and then I take a month off to reassess things. 🙂
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