All the lonely people.

Acquainted with the Night

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

Funeral Blues

W. H. Auden

[…]

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can come to any good.

And this small wheel in the grand scheme of things creaks again.

Thanks to the Penguin Book of the Twentieth Century in Poetry (Viking, 1999) for this.

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~ by Shashank Kumar on April 29, 2010.

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