In honor of the darkest day of the year, and as an eternal lover of the dynamics of great storytelling, today I’ll simply post one of my favorite poems about the dark night of the soul.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
Robert Frost, “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.
Here’s to the dark, and all that it has to teach us.
Muttering Retreats 