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Favorite Poem
Acquainted with the Night
Robert Frost, "Acquainted with the Night" from The Poetry of Robert Frost, edited by Edward Connery Lathem. Copyright © 1964, 1970 by Leslie Frost Ballantine. Copyright 1936, 1942 © 1956 by Robert Frost. Copyright 1923, 1928, © 1969 by Henry Holt and Co. Reprinted with the permission of Henry Holt & Company, LLC.
I love this poem. It's the best thing to come out of my modern American Lit survey class. (Well this and "She likes to fish. She likes to fish with Nick." said with increasing volume and fervor. This is how you recognize a Trinity University English major of a certain era.) (Wait, did we read this in that class? Good god it's been like 15 years.) (We had to have. I generally avoided American lit classes other than the required stuff. My by choice things were mostly science fiction and British poetry.) (Oh also it was Dr. Balbert who awarded extra credit for memorizing a poem, and I learned this one, and that was the only class I had with him because he was nice, really, but utterly terrifying.) Moving along. I've always loved being out at night, alone. Unfortunately, I am of the lady type and this is not always a safe thing. I go for drives at night. Not walks. My neighborhood right now is actually fairly safe, with regards to the humans in it. But I won't walk alone at night due to the wildlife. I'm still fairly certain I saw a young mountain lion this summer when I was out playing pokemon go. There was definitely a coyote in our backyard a couple of months ago. If nothing else, I don't want to get sprayed by a skunk. So I read Frost, and I sigh about what could be.
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.


