Poetry, April 4

[jade_sabre]

Today we have Robert Frost, who I am also fond of, mostly for his poetry that isn't "The Road Less Traveled" or "Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening," because his poetry tends to get surprisingly dark after that.  This particular poem reminds me of Prufrock, which I am so far resisting, but which the previous poem reminded me of as well, due to the singing mermaids.  I like the contemplative nature of this poem.



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,
O luminary clock against the sky

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