Friday, April 1, 2011

Poetry Blitz, One.

This is the first installation of book ends'
National Poetry Month poetry blitz! Read about it here.

Acquainted with the Night

from West-Running Brook, Henry Holt & Co, 1928

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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