Hi Hart Beat. How’s the start of your month going? This summer I (and it seems like the rest of Brooklyn) read the novel Sweetbitter. One of best parts about the book though, which I wrote about earlier, was the discovery of the author Stephanie Danler on Instagram. The reason? She posts the most beautiful poems.
The poems Stephanie posted got me thinking about how I want to read more poetry but it’s hard! There are so many poems and poets in the world and I never know how to find them. Such good timing because my best friend Samantha forwarded me a poem from the Poetry Foundation last week. The poem was so moving that I started poking around their site and signed up for their Poem of the Day email program. It’s amazing, Hart Beat. Every day the foundation emails you a poem right to your inbox. Getting one poem a day is perfect because it is enough to digest without getting overwhelmed all the while discovering new poets that I’ve never heard of. You can sign up for poem of the day on their site here. Happy reading, Hart Beat.
By Jennifer Grotz
Before the moths have even appeared
to orbit around them, the streetlamps come on,
a long row of them glowing uselessly
along the ring of garden that circles the city center,
where your steps count down the dulling of daylight.
At your feet, a bee crawls in small circles like a toy unwinding.
Summer specializes in time, slows it down almost to dream.
And the noisy day goes so quiet you can hear
the bedraggled man who visits each trash receptacle
mutter in disbelief: Everything in the world is being thrown away!
Summer lingers, but it’s about ending. It’s about how things
redden and ripen and burst and come down. It’s when
city workers cut down trees, demolishing
one limb at a time, spilling the crumbs
of twigs and leaves all over the tablecloth of street.
Sunglasses! the man softly exclaims
while beside him blooms a large gray rose of pigeons
huddled around a dropped piece of bread.
Flower photo by @mansurgavriel.