I Call the Night ©
I call the night my brother at arms
And swarm of stars that rise above, his hive:
We taste the sweeten’d air as brothers at arms.
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I shall follow my own dithering way, if you will
And you follow closely at heels cheerily
I know as equal you keep the pace still.
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I have been hooted at by owls from cover
You merely smile ev’n as ground squirrels
Speed along their fail-safe passage for cover.
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If I choose not to speak of this and that-
Words shall go past your head by a mile
And I need not vex this bond of silence by chat.
envoi
Acquainted as I am with your silence suits me
Than you with insomnia that stalks me.
benny-(posted in Pup of my doggerels-14 Jan)
The original poem 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,
O luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
