Acquainted with the Night

Robert Frost, 1874 - 1963

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.



Edited to add: Just feeling my mortality. 

Comments

[marylou]

Carrie, I hope you and yours are well - this doesn't sound like things have improved since the summer. Sending warm thoughts your way.

[Chris]

*hugs*

[melanie]

Carrie, is something wrong? ((hugs))((warm thoughts))

[Gale]

I too am a bit concerned.

[Rachel]

Cryptic and disconcerning. But it's also comforting to 'hear' from you. I sincerely hope you are well.

[Marji]

You have me worried, Little One. Stay safe.

[mrspao]

Hugs to you. I hope everything is ok.