You're looking outside the black Window

We are pressed, pressed on each other,
We will be told at once
Of anything that happens ...
Of Being Numerous, By George Oppen

I have been one 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.
Acquainted with the Night, By Robert Frost