Flying in the night sky
Ted Couser
Above us, there are stars. Below, it is the constellation.
five billion miles away, a galaxy died,
like a snowflake falling on the water. Below us,
a farmer, feeling the cold brought by the distant death,
snapped on the light in the yard and pulled his hut and barn
back into the world he could look after.
all night, the city is like a shining star
dragging bright streets, which are as lonely as the farmer's lights.
Stars
Sodergeland
When night falls
I stand on the steps and listen;
the stars are swarming in the garden
and I am standing in the dark.
listen, a star is falling!
Don't walk barefoot on this grass.
My garden is full of fragments of stars.