Saturday, September 24, 2011

Saturday in CinCity

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,

One 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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Hey, thanks for your thoughts and your time:>)