Poem 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,
One luminary clock against the sky

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


Robert Frost  - Acquainted with the Night


Der Abend. Ein Tanz. 
Wie gewürfelt
liegen die Fragen
zwischen den Gläsern.

Deine Küsse,
umrankt von wildem Atem 
und dem leisen Gesang vergangener Schlachten.
Die Sanduhr,
sie zögert.
Wer hätte gedacht, 
dass noch so viel Zukunft darin steckt?

Zaghaft rinnt				
das kornblumenblau
deiner Worte
zwischen unsere Zweifel. 

Der Morgen. Vielleicht nie.


Der Abend

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