Meditation-Introspection &Poetry Entropy | 20 Jul 2009
Flying at Night
Flying at Night.
Above us, stars. Beneath us, constellations.
Five billion miles away, a galaxy dies
like a snowflake falling on water. Below us,
some farmer, feeling the chill of that distant death,
snaps on his yard light, drawing his sheds and barn
back into the little system of his care.
All night, the cities, like shimmering novas,
tug with bright streets at lonely lights like
his.
© By Ted Kooser
Ted Kooser is a poet and essayist, a Professor of English at The University of Nebraska-Lincoln. He served as the U. S. Poet Laureate, and his book Delights & Shadows won the Pulitzer Prize for poetry
on 24 Jul 2009 at 11:55 am 1.Michele said …
“Five billion miles away, a galaxy dies
like a snowflake falling on water.”
for a Persian caught in southern California, the absence of snow has been painful in the last 30 years—that’s why I am getting closer to snow.
from the book: SNOW
“Yuko Akita had two passions.
Haiku.
And snow.
A haiku is a Japanese poem. It has three lines. And only seventeen syllables. No more, no less.
Snow is a poem. A poem that falls from the clouds in delicate white flakes.
A poem that comes from the sky.
It has a name. A name of dazzling whiteness.
Snow”
P.s for Nimesh: we say “kesh makesh” in persian which literary means” pull/don’t pull or turmoil and chaos!