Why not lindendust,    hackberry, hemlock, live oak, maple, why    name the remains after the blade, not    what it cut— only now do I see    that the air is full of small sharp stars    pinwheeling through every living thing    that gets in their way.

From Sharp Stars by Sharon Bryant. Copyright © 2009 by Sharon Bryant. Used by permission of BOA Editions Ltd.

Further Reading

Poems about Night A Clear Midnight by Walt Whitman Abraham Lincoln Walks at Midnight by Vachel Lindsay Acquainted with the Night by Robert Frost At Deep Midnight by Minnie Bruce Pratt At Night the States by Alice Notley Breaking Across Us Now by Katie Ford Flying at Night by Ted Kooser Hard Night by Christian Wiman Hellish Night by Arthur Rimbaud Here and Now by Stephen Dunn Hymn to the Night by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow La Noche by Anselm Hollo Last by Maxine Scates Late Night Ode by J. D. McClatchy Let Evening Come by Jane Kenyon Meeting at Night by Robert Browning Mother Night by James Weldon Johnson Night by Carsten René Nielsen Night Air by C. Dale Young Night Blooming Jasmine by Giovanni Pascoli Night Drafts by Tony Sanders Night Funeral in Harlem by Langston Hughes Night Songs by Thomas Kinsella Nights On The Peninsula by D. Nurkse On a Night Like This by Michael Teig One Night by Mathias Svalina Rhapsody on a Windy Night by T. S. Eliot Ships That Pass in the Night by Paul Laurence Dunbar Summer Night, Riverside by Sara Teasdale Summer Stars by Carl Sandburg The First Night by Billy Collins The Sun Has Long Been Set by William Wordsworth To Night by Percy Bysshe Shelley Unity by Pablo Neruda Window by Carl Sandburg