A tiresome day weeps

A tiresome day weeps for a lonely night,
a patched life, sweet and sour, seeks release,
exit denied, each new day is the old sight,
when will chaos end and dawn peace;

change as only constant, a lie, for all same,
same boredom, same drudgery, same pain,
joy a memory, still possible in life’s game,
the parched soiled sands seek pure rain;

but with rain comes thunder frightening,
what use invisible rainbows at night dancing,
can’t move in dark with spasms of lightning
as the torch, mud puddles in path prancing;

a lonely night calls for a cheerful and eager day,
a rainy holiday where in groups inside we stay.

Acquainted with the night

Robert Frost is famous and known by most. He is known for his metaphors, symbols and imagery. He uses simple everyday things and actions to mean very broad and complex things in life. His words are simple and no need for a paraphrase to enjoy his poems. In acquainted with the night I presume the night is a symbol for dark, wild and bad things. He makes sense on both levels from the simple narrative to the complex hidden meanings. I don’t emulate him because I am not sure in my prowess and if the symbol I use will be correctly interpreted by the reader. I use direct references to reinforce my metaphors and symbols. My school day scribbles were meant only for my eyes initially and so contained unexplained metaphors and images.

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,
One luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.


The poem is most often read as the poet/narrator’s admission of having experienced depression and a vivid description of what that experience feels like. In this particular reading of the poem, “the night” is the depression itself, and the narrator describes how he views the world around him in this state of mind. Although he is in a city, he feels completely isolated from everything around him.

The poem is written in strict iambic pentameter, with 14 lines like a sonnet, and with a terza rima rhyme scheme, which follows the complex pattern, aba bcb cdc dad aa. Terza rima (“third rhyme”) was invented by the Italian poet Dante Alighieri for his epic poem The Divine Comedy. Because Italian is a language in which many words have vowel endings, terza rima is much less difficult to write in Italian than it is in English. Because of its difficulty, very few writers in English have attempted the form. However, Frost was a master of many forms, and “Acquainted With The Night” is one of the most famous examples of an American poem written in terza rima.

The Hum of the air conditioner

The hum of the air conditioner as it chilled,

the glow of the bright lengthy tube lights,

on my desk, clutter of things, mostly books spilled,

as I try conjure fake images of nature in my sights;

is it not what poets do? admire nature’s beauty,

I float in dream space directed by my inner nature,

a pile of work not done, for what is a poet’s duty,

to dream and write and dream above one’s stature;

does a poet add value to any, apart from himself,    

a true magician though, what trickery, what devices,

what worlds won and with what words he engulf,

what chasms bridged and a taste beyond the spices;

is rhyming verses a job and why poets live in penury, 

he is starving poor but not his dreams, rich in imagery.