Magazine article World Literature Today

Two Poems

Magazine article World Literature Today

Two Poems

Article excerpt

The Constellation

I was on my way home from a party,

ten-thirty, a dark winter night, no stars,

a few snowflakes drifting down over

the arms of my headlights, which were

searching the back of the darkness,

pulling things out, a mailbox, another,

a cat carrying sparklers. At the edge

of a town, I passed four stars, placed

on the untracked snow in a cold old

churchyard. They were of course those

solar-powered lights for marking paths,

though no one walked among them

at that hour. They made up the only

constellation I could see, and though

the dead lay on their backs, and might

have looked up if they wanted to,

their eyes were closed, and not a soul

was finding any meaning in it. …

Search by... Author
Show... All Results Primary Sources Peer-reviewed


An unknown error has occurred. Please click the button below to reload the page. If the problem persists, please try again in a little while.