Acquainted with the Night

Acquainted with the Night by Robert Frost is kind of a depressing poem. With this poem came incredible visual imagery, however. As I read this poem, I could see the man walking with his head held low walking slowly through a dimly lit city at night. I think that this poem is a metaphor, I don't think that Frost walks around at night and sulks. I feel like Frost has had bad times in his life where things felt dark and he dropped his head.

In this poem, he mentions a far off cry that isn't summoning or talking to him, but I feel like that scream does have to do with him or he would not have put it in the poem. By the scream, I think that Frost is referring to the feeling that life was going on all around him but he did not notice during those dark times. Not only did he not pay much attention to life around him, but life wasn't really paying him much attention either. When Frost was depressed this way, he probably felt like no one cared about him. No one bothered to see what was wrong (not to call me back) or even even acknowledge the fact that he was changing or did exist (or say good-by).

I really enjoyed this poem, because it is really well written even though it is kind of dark. It almost makes one feel sorry for Frost, or whoever this poem is about. Bravo Frost, you brought some emotion out of me while I read this poem.

Curiosity

Curiosity by Alastair Reid is a really cool poem. I don't really know how to describe this poem, it's just kind of incredible. Even though Reid wrote about a cat, this poem isn't humerus it ponders life. People do say that curiosity is a bad thing, but Reid gave a very good argument as to why it isn't a bad thing at all.

Personally, I agree with Reid. In this poem, he talks about how if you're not curious then life would be rather dull. What would life be without questions. People need to question and find things out because if not, then there would never be any growth or change. If Martin Luther King and Malcolm X hadn't questioned then blacks would still be slaves and they wouldn't be free today. Another way that I look at it is that if you are always under the rule of certain people, who's to say that those rulers are right? Sometimes, you just have to find out things for yourself. That's the beauty of being individuals: each persons questions, struggles, and accomplishments are what make them who they are.

My favorite line of this poem is:

Dying is what, to live, each has to do.

In order to truly live your life, you cant be afraid of death and when you do die hopefully you were happy with what you did while you were alive.