Sunday, February 25, 2007
And The Snow Keeps Falling in the Midwest . . .
Last night, as we watched the snow shawl down outside our window, a relief of white against the blackness, I was reminded of this poem:
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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