Today's poem of the day comes from David Hickey, whose Open Air Bindery was for my money the undersung gem of 2011. It's a marvellous collection. Find it. Buy it. I'd rather have "The Astronomer's Apology" in my pocket than a star.
Speaking of evening-times: I also want to call your attention to the Poems after Midnight feature that Knopf is running on their website. With their stable it's worth checking out and the first piece is especially nice. Here's to the happy places our serious hearts have made, to paraphrase Jack Gilbert--and without further adieu, David Hickey.
A Brief History of Human Longing
from Open Air Bindery (2011)
I borrowed it from the library. It held onto my hand.
I carried it like a rosary. It was the weight of a wedding band.
I wore it off to work each day and back again at six.
It sang out to the mower (the sink I couldn’t fix).
I fell asleep against its font and my sleep was an old green hill.
I look up sometimes, and I see it there.
And farther, farther still.