Poetry about the starry sky, modern poetry

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.