Acquainted with the Night
moocowinthecity This is one of my favorite poems by Robert Frost.
Growing up, it was included in a section of poems to ponder and meditate on in the back of a prayer book at my synagogue. I shared it with a friend today and decided to share it with all of you as well.
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,
O luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.