I have been one acquainted with the night

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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As I have recently turned 17 (last Wednesday, May 12), I've been thinking more (even more than usual) about my future in the city. Or a city. I find solace sitting by wide windows overlooking a vast midnight view, and love the idea of people bathed in the moon's glow. This piece of literature, somewhat melancholy, strikes me nostalgic for a life I haven't lived yet.

xoxo Mo