Late Air, by Elizabeth Bishop
by Elizabeth Bishop
From a magician’s midnight sleeve
distribute all their love-songs
over the dew-wet lawns.
And like a fortune-teller’s
their marrow-piercing guesses are whatever you believe.
But on the Navy Yard aerial I find
for love on summer nights.
Five remote lights
keep their nests there; Phoenixes
burn quietly, where the dew cannot climb.
Here is audio of the poem read by the poet.