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.
To me there is an enjoyment of the peace and solitude of the wee small hours and having the confidence to merely enjoy your own space, whilst appreciating the sights and sounds...
This poem is about time passing with a dark cast to it. No mention of sunshine, only darkness and rain, loneliness, isolation. Time is neutral - just a clock against the sky. He hasn't just been walking at night, night is his friend. Acquainted is the verb here. It's as if he doesn't know anyone, just night. If he stands still, the sound of feet stops. But there's a cry from afar. Someone's in pain. Surreal poetry.
But not to call me back or say good-bye; And further still at an unearthly height, One luminary clock against the sky a great poem of Robert Frost. tony
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. walking in the night to the city light. a fine poem. tony
This poem is so dear to me, one of the most beautifully vivid portraits anyone has ever painted using words, I hope those of you who are not so familiar as I am with depression and loneliness can see that too.