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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.


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.


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.


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.


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.


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