Acquainted with the Night
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,
A luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I love the repetition of the first and last lines - book-ending the poem. One of my other favorite poems is also about walking. Thomas Hardy's "The Walk" is about how his daily walk is changed after the death of his wife because she is no longer waiting for him when he returns.
The Walk
You
did not walk with me
Of
late to the hill-top tree
By
the gated ways,
As
in earlier days;
You
were weak and lame,
So
you never came,
And
I went alone, and I did not mind,
Not
thinking of you as left behind.
I
walked up there to-day
Just
in the former way;
Surveyed
around
The
familiar ground
By
myself again:
What
difference, then?
Only
that underlying sense
Of
the look of a room on returning thence.
How sad...what are your favorite themes in poetry?
I love the unexpected epiphany (I guess that's sort of redundant), like when a poem starts out deceptively simply, like looking at a field, and then in the last lines draws a conclusion about something entirely different.
ReplyDeleteYes! I like the phrase "unexpected epiphany" because we do get a sense of where the poet is going, but then he ends up somewhere different.
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