That’s just the title of a poem by Robert Frost. It has nothing to do with this post, but please do notice that it says ACROSS.
When you have gone from one side of a street to the other side, you have gone across the street—–not acrossed the street—–or acrost the street—-or acrosst the street. I’m not sure how people who use this non-word are spelling it, and I guess it doesn’t matter since it isn’t a word.
I crossed at the light and ran across the street to take the subway across town, where I ran across an old boyfriend to whom I warned, “Don’t cross me.”
Paul’s book–Literally, the Best Language Book Ever;