all who wander are not lost

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.

– Robert Frost

3 Responses to Acquainted with the Night

  • No Jonathan, I did not know that – but thank you for telling me. That is just one of those little things that drives this poem straight home for me, even more so with your added info. I post this at a most distressing time in my life, and during these times it is often Frost that I turn to.

  • And you are aware, right?, that Frost wrote “Acquainted With the Night” just down the street from Detroit: in Ann Arbor, while he was teaching at UM.

  • great photo. great poem. great together.