Friday, April 26, 2013

Words

Made to be spoken or written.

A Monday Night

Sitting on the concrete bench.  On Monday night. Thinking about the poem by Robert Frost that I read in American Corner several days ago. It called Acquainted with the Night. I love the title and also the poem it self.

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,
A luminary clock against the sky

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

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