Art Stop – “Acquainted”

One of my favorite poets has long since been American author, Robert Frost.  I was flipping through a collection of his work recently and ran across this set of prose that I don’t ever remember reading before.  It’s entitled “Acquainted With the Night” is stirs with words of recognition of what some call a “lady of the night.”  It’s such a somber, and yet not condemning, poem about a seemingly lonely person walking along town in the depth of evening.  Frost’s words remind me so much of the numbness I felt after finishing with a John and having to return back home alone.

“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 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,

One luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.

I have been one acquainted with the night.

May this blog serve as an education to those who do not yet know or understand the atrocities of trafficking and may it serve as an encouragement to those who understand it all too well.

(Post originally written 8/10/12)

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