Hard Night

Hard Night
By Christian Wiman

What words or harder gift
does the light require of me
carving from the dark
this difficult tree?

What place or farther peace
do I almost see
emerging from the night
and heart of me?

The sky whitens, goes on and on.
Fields wrinkle into rows
of cotton, go on and on.
Night like a fling of crows
disperses and is gone.

What song, what home,
what calm or one clarity
can I not quite come to,
never quite see:
this field, this sky, this tree.

1 thought on “Hard Night

  1. Christian Wiman’s “HARD NIGHT” has a Pasternak quality of
    deep lyricism with an uncanny romanticism using the stylistic
    perception of his own self-revelation to explore nature’s

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