{"id":33407,"date":"2017-08-05T12:50:26","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T16:50:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=33407"},"modified":"2017-08-05T12:53:07","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T16:53:07","slug":"acquaintanceships-by-night-and-by-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/acquaintanceships-by-night-and-by-day\/","title":{"rendered":"Acquaintanceships by Night and by Day"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>I have been one acquainted with the night.<\/em><br \/>\nI have been lost in the depths of a vast universe,<br \/>\nLost beyond the reaches of his highest height &#8211;<br \/>\nAnd whence his words rippled from kindly to terse &#8211;<\/p>\n<p>Where were you? Where were all of you who feel cause to judge<br \/>\nWhilst I searched the covens of all space and time,<br \/>\nWhilst I sloughed off all that you all begrudge,<br \/>\nWhilst I delved into depths of my heart and mind?<\/p>\n<p>I have become one with the night,<br \/>\nTaking fireflies and monsters to become my friends,<br \/>\nLearning from cats to see with a feline&#8217;s sight<br \/>\nThat my soul and my heart could see my paths&#8217; ends &#8211;<\/p>\n<p>And where were you? Were you shielding rays<br \/>\nAs family, friends, children from far and wide<br \/>\nCame to embrace you in light of day<br \/>\nWhilst you did hold to your ego&#8217;s pride?<\/p>\n<p>I have become acquainted with the night,<br \/>\nWith the darkness of my soul, and with others&#8217; too<br \/>\nThat I may face with a whole heart my fright,<br \/>\nThat I may learn to forgive and to love even you<\/p>\n<p>Who judge. Where were you when my soul was alone?<br \/>\nDid you come to my aide? Did you reason to give?<br \/>\nOr did you only miss what was given, well-known?<br \/>\nDid you think to reach out, give me reason to live?<\/p>\n<p>I have become one with the night and the day<br \/>\nBreaking reasons, unfettered by common restraints,<br \/>\nThat I may find reason to live well, as I may;<br \/>\nThat I may find life without common complaints &#8211;<\/p>\n<p>And where, pray tell: Where do your judgements lead us<br \/>\nWhist I, on my own &#8211; my heart oft torn asunder,<br \/>\nMy life and my mind leaving you in nonplus?<br \/>\nI find myself, day and night, filled naught but with wonder &#8212;<\/p>\n<p>For I have become acquainted well with the night,<br \/>\nAnd I break, at last, into dawning of days;<br \/>\nAnd I find I shan&#8217;t run, though my wings take to flight<br \/>\nAs I find myself, now, understanding your ways.<\/p>\n<p><em>(First line borrowed from &#8220;Acquainted with the Night&#8221; by Robert Frost, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.poetryoutloud.org\/poems-and-performance\/poems\/detail\/47548\">http:\/\/www.poetryoutloud.org\/poems-and-performance\/poems\/detail\/47548<\/a> )<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I have been one acquainted with the night. I have been lost in the depths of a vast universe, Lost beyond the reaches of his highest height &#8211; And whence his words rippled from kindly to terse &#8211; Where were you? Where were all of&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1098,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-33407","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33407","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1098"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=33407"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33407\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":33886,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33407\/revisions\/33886"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=33407"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=33407"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=33407"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}