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 known the deep darkness of night
its the place where the owls fly unseen
where the moon hides quietly out of sight
I have known the deep darkness of night
its the place where the birds have no song
where the rain pounds with all its might
I have known the deep darkness of night
its the place where the brokenhearted dwell
where the stars have lost their sparkle and delight
I have known the deep darkness of night
its the place where roads end and begin
where the lonely write by candle-light
where the lonely write by candle-light
I have known the deep darkness of night
its the place where the birch trees bend
where the sun awakens, bringing morning light
its the place where the birch trees bend
where the sun awakens, bringing morning light
written for dVerse A Bookish Mood
writing about dead Poets hosted by Dora
writing about dead Poets hosted by Dora
Robert Frost is a favorite of mine
I have been to his house in Vermont
which is now a museum
I have been to his house in Vermont
which is now a museum
His resting place Bennington Vermont
an old church cemetery
Indeed some startling imagery
ReplyDeleteMy favourite
"I have known the deep darkness of night
its the place where the birds have no song
where the rain pounds with all its might"
Much💛love
Really beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful response to Frost's poem!
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful tribute, I do really feel that your have to know darkness to really understand light.
ReplyDeleteI love the gentle pace and language of you ode to Robert Frost, Truedessa, and especially like the lines:
ReplyDelete‘it’s the place where the owls fly unseen
where the moon hides quietly out of sight’
and
‘it’s the place where roads end and begin
where the lonely write by candle-light’.
Where the birch trees bend - nice!
ReplyDeleteI love the rhythm of this and the repetitions. You have caught the simplicity of Frost's language beautifully.
ReplyDeleteWow. I hear the resonances with Frost's poetry throughout, allusions to his imagery and prosaic style that nonetheless cuts deep. Wonderfully done, Truedessa.
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful poem. You have captured the deep darkness of night to perfection.
ReplyDeleteI love the refrain: I have known the deep darkness of night. Your words are lovely tribute to Frost. So nice to know that you have been to his house.
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