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 Nightby 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.