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 watchmen 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.
So, this is a shakedown post – teaching me how to use the software – and what better entry to test with than one of my favorite Robert Frost poems. Nothing against “The Road Not Taken,” which I also love, nor against “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening,” which was my introduction to the man and his work.
It’s just still dark outside as I type this, so “Acquainted with the Night” came to mind.
Now to click publish and see what happens.
