Night from a railroad car window
Is a great, dark, soft thing
Broken across with slashes of light.
"Window" by Carl Sandburg
Above us, stars. Beneath us, constellations.
Five billion miles away, a galaxy dies
like a snowflake falling on water...
From "Flying at Night" by Ted Kooser
More poems about Nighttime:
| Abraham Lincoln Walks at Midnight by Vachel Lindsay It is portentous, and a thing of state... |
| At Deep Midnight by Minnie Bruce Pratt It's at dinnertime the stories come, abruptly... |
| At Night the States by Alice Notley At night the states / I forget them... |
| Breaking Across Us Now by Katie Ford I began to see things in parts again... |
| Flying at Night by Ted Kooser Above us, stars. Beneath us, constellations... |
| Hard Night by Christian Wiman What words or harder gift... |
| Hellish Night by Arthur Rimbaud I've swallowed a terrific mouthful of poison... |
| Here and Now by Stephen Dunn There are words / I've had to save myself from... |
| Hymn to the Night by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow I heard the trailing garments of the Night... |
| Last by Maxine Scates At dusk the streetlights... |
| Late Night Ode by J. D. McClatchy It's over, love. Look at me pushing fifty now... |
| Let Evening Come by Jane Kenyon Let the light of late afternoon... |
| Meeting at Night by Robert Browning The gray sea and the long black land... |
| Mother Night by James Weldon Johnson Eternities before the first-born day... |
| Night Air by C. Dale Young If God is Art, then what do we make... |
| Night Funeral in Harlem by Langston Hughes Night funeral / In Harlem: // Where did they get / Them two fine cars... |
| On a Night Like This by Michael Teig When he couldn't sleep and his sight got going... |
| Rhapsody on a Windy Night by T. S. Eliot Twelve o'clock... |
| Sawdust by Sharon Bryan Why not lindendust... |
| Ships That Pass in the Night by Paul Laurence Dunbar Out in the sky the great dark clouds are massing... |
| Summer Night, Riverside by Sara Teasdale In the wild soft summer darkness... |
| Summer Stars by Carl Sandburg Bend low again, night of summer stars... |
| The First Night by Billy Collins Before I opened you, Jiménez... |
| The Sun Has Long Been Set by William Wordsworth The sun has long been set... |
| To Night by Percy Bysshe Shelley Swiftly walk o'er the western wave... |
Window by Carl Sandburg |