| In this first part of the poem I was reminded of a Robert Frost poem that I felt hit on the same emotion and imagery. |
| I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in raid---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. |
| Acquainted With the Night |
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