Poetry Reading by AFP

I go through poetry phases. I like the rhythm of poetry, hearing it read out load, and I like writing poetry. I took an English literature class in college that was from 4-10 pm every Monday and to keep myself busy and to make sure I didn’t fall asleep I would write a poem under the constraints of the type of poetry we were reading at the time. Some days I like rules, when they challenge me and keep me creative. I don’t write poems very often any more. Which is sad, I need to start again. In the mean time, I listen to people like AFP and Benedict Cumberbatch read other people’s poems.

Amanda Palmer reads Acquainted with the Night by Robert Frost. Enough said.

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,
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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