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Occasional Poem — Robert Frost

Tuesday, March 25, 2008
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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 the houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still 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.

For a while I considered this poem my anthem; when I first moved to Toronto I spent a lot of nights out wandering the streets, exploring, getting ideas, writing poems about my discoveries. Lots of great memories.

So, while this poem is pretty simple and doesn’t say much (but also says a lot, which is the hallmark of Robert Frost), I’m posting it for sentimental reasons.
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