WOD Theatre

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 paused 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.
Robert Frost