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Robert Frost, for two things

I spent my childhood getting really sick of Robert Frost. There was something so deliberate about his mantle of the Yankee poet, all craggy and restrained. Nobody can spend quite that much time raking leaves and playing with wheelbarrows.

But tonight, I was trying to get some more done on my Marlowe thing-- and I realized that Marlowe made me think of this poem. Do you guys find it suits him?

Acquainted with the Night

I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain.
I have out walked 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.


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Nov. 13th, 2012 03:14 pm (UTC)
Yes, there's something of Marlowe's mindset there, isn't there? He strikes me as being very acquainted with the night.
Nov. 13th, 2012 06:42 pm (UTC)
Nov. 13th, 2012 10:05 pm (UTC)
I've always loved Frost. Reading your Marlowe writings I can see why you chose these
Nov. 17th, 2012 06:53 pm (UTC)
yes this is for Marlowe and others in differing times treading a wary path and often in the dark!

didn't know the second one at all but like it very much.I tend to know only the snowy evening type stuff and a few othsr which only appear in anhtologies here so most Frost is still new

thank you
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