I Have Known

 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

 

I have known the deep darkness of night
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

 

Robert Frost is a favorite of mine
I have been to his house in Vermont
which is now a  museum

 His resting place Bennington Vermont
an old church cemetery

A Mournful Song

Pic @ Truedessa 

Red robin came to sing one day
in grief, I wished he'd go away

covering my ears so not to hear
he just wanted to bring some cheer

my heart out of tune with the beat
wearily tapping my heavy feet

and there must be something wrong
in wanting to silence a birdsong

Writing a cover Poem at dVerse

inspired by the following:

 A Minor Bird by Robert Frost

I have wished a bird would fly away,
And not sing by my house all day;

Have clapped my hands at him from the door
When it seemed as if I could bear no more.

The fault must partly have been in me.
The bird was not to blame for his key.

And of course there must be something wrong
In wanting to silence any song