F is For a Focus...on Favourites...Frost and Faiz

For F I am responding to two of my Favourite poets today.  One from the East and the other from the West, Faiz Ahmed Faiz  (Roshniyon ka shahr - The City of Lights) and Robert Frost (Acquainted with the Night) respectively.   

Faiz, Faiz Ahmed (1911-1984) 

and 

Frost, Robert (1874-1963)

Light and Dark

There are cities of light, and cities of dark

and I’m acquainted well with both, as most are;

I’ve lain awake nights when some dagger-spark

throbs and fades in every false-hearted star.

And I have seen too the queued up lampposts

pollute the shoreline of the foam-fringed ocean

however far one walked, the  silent ghosts

of light ran alongside out in the open.

I held up my words of booming darkness

I made sure those black wicks were trimmed and low

But the huge litter of light never grew less,

never left me alone in peace even so.

I often get the Feeling that Fiction is more readily accepted as...um...Fictional, i.e. imaginary. Readers have a harder time accepting that poems can be imaginary too, that they are not necessarily mirroring a cardinal truth in the poet's own life, or anyone else's life for that matter! What do you think - is poetry Fiction or Fact? 



And F is for Four (hundred), which is the max word limit for A-Z posts according to those who commented on the question here yesterday. And this post's way less than that, even at the end of this line :)

Posted for the A-Z Challenge 2015