Poetry Stinks.

Acquainted with the Night

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-by;
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.
-Robert Frost



     This poem is about leaving a city and becoming "Acquainted with the Night".  The first part is about him walking away from the city. Then as he is leaving he starts looking at city lanes and watchmen. But he is also ashamed because he drops his eyes. Unwilling to explain why he is leaving. It explains how the city is crying for him as he is leaving. But not to call him back or say goodbye, just to show its height. Then it talks about how he can tell the time by the luminary clock in the sky (the moon). Then he says how the clock is not exact (neither right or wrong). Then he becomes acquainted with the night.