my nights

i have been acquainted with the night many times. i love the night, the sme?? how it tastes everything is so much different when the sun goes down...it is ridiculous. it is when i come alive and when i see clearly, but dont act as such.

robert frost is an author we have all been reading since we were all young and we all have forgotten about his great poetry. he describes the night in such a way that it personifies it. the watchman is a part of the person that is the night, the rain, the clock, all of these things gaing so much more significance in the night time because they belong more to the night than the day. the clock for instance, might not be noticed so much in the day, but at night it illuminates the sky and cant help but be noticed.

he describes the utter silence that i so love. he says he stops the sound sound of feet making it utterly quiet and this quiet comforts me. i know this quiet. and we notice things that we might not have during the day, like the interrupted scream that rang through the night.

i love this poem