{"id":7,"date":"2008-07-06T23:09:35","date_gmt":"2008-07-07T03:09:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/?p=7"},"modified":"2008-07-07T10:12:41","modified_gmt":"2008-07-07T14:12:41","slug":"acquainted-with-the-night-robert-frost","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/?p=7","title":{"rendered":"Acquainted with the Night &#8211; Robert Frost"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>[audio:acquaintedwiththenight.mp3] (0:44)<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: xx-small;\">read by Robert Frost.  audio from <a href=\"http:\/\/www.salon.com\/\" target=\"blank\">salon.com<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p>I have been one acquainted with the night.<br \/>\nI have walked out in rain &#8212; and back in rain.<br \/>\nI have outwalked the furthest city light.<\/p>\n<p>I have looked down the saddest city lane.<br \/>\nI have passed by the watchman on his beat<br \/>\nAnd dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.<\/p>\n<p>I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet<br \/>\nWhen far away an interrupted cry<br \/>\nCame over houses from another street,<\/p>\n<p>But not to call me back or say good-bye;<br \/>\nAnd further still at an unearthly height,<br \/>\nOne luminary clock against the sky<\/p>\n<p>Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.<br \/>\nI have been one acquainted with the night.<\/p>\n<p>(1923)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>[audio:acquaintedwiththenight.mp3] (0:44) read by Robert Frost. audio from salon.com<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[9,10],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-audio","category-saddest-city-lane"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=7"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=7"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=7"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=7"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}