The Poetry Café: Desserts for the Poet's Palate

Thanks to Lyle Daggett for the suggestion of the plums.

The poets represented: Coleridge, Burns, Berryman, Bishop, Frost, Arnold, Rilke, Blake, Williams, Keats

Acquainted with Disdain

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,
A luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.

Two Legs . . .

I was having trouble drawing legs with my mouse. Not a problem I have with a pencil, but . . .
So I thought this one up to test out some legs.