‘Acquainted with the Night’ by Robert Frost is the kind of poem I would read if I were up late at night, feeling disconnected from my friends and family. It has a sort of comforting eeriness, the kind that could lull you to sleep, yet keep you up thinking for hours. It makes me feel detached and lonesome, but still at rest.
Robert Frost’s imagery like “I have outwalked the furthest city light” and “one luminary clock against the sky” gives the reader a calm but sad mood. The form of the poem is blank verse (iambic pentameter), which adds to the simple, isolated tone. This poem doesn’t have a theme. I think the speaker was out in the late hours of the night alone, feeling isolated and looking for somewhere to belong, and the place he feels the most comfortable is out in the night.
Night is almost magical. In Literature, night is often mysterious and encourages activity against the normal. Most people wouldn’t go out alone to walk around at night. Night is intimate. In ‘Acquainted with the Night’, I feel as if the speaker is completely alone. He can’t find a home so night has become his safe haven. It seems like time stops while the speaker is out in the night. The moon says the time was “neither wrong nor right” because he will always be roaming the night. The speaker doesn’t care what time it is, and the hours feel like they move slower during the night-as if time has stopped.
Sometimes when it gets dark, I like to walk around my neighborhood and gaze at the stars shining through the trees. I have so many thoughts running through my head during the day and it is a calming way to wind down. I can be by myself with my thoughts and nature. But I have often felt alone, like I don’t really belong anywhere. All the people with loved ones are tucked up in their homes, and I am out on the street. This is the way the speaker feels. He describes the city as sad, and he passes the watchman “unwilling to explain” because he feels he