Flying At Night Poem by Ted Kooser

Flying At Night

Rating: 3.9

Above us, stars. Beneath us, constellations.
Five billion miles away, a galaxy dies
like a snowflake falling on water. Below us,
some farmer, feeling the chill of that distant death,
snaps on his yard light, drawing his sheds and barn
back into the little system of his care.
All night, the cities, like shimmering novas,
tug with bright streets at lonely lights like his.

Flying At Night
Leon Adrian 20 September 2006

Your poem captures something that has never been felt before. I am greatful that there is a poet that stands out amoungst the crowd. I would love to send you some of my poems... just so you could workshop one or two. Please contact me at

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John Tiong Chunghoo 24 September 2006

somehow, your poems are all of the space. you are probably from space. love this Ted. out in space the world so small (referring to our mother earth)

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Evelyn Morgan 05 May 2012

A magnificent universe out there all tied together by light. I loved it.

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Saiom Shriver 23 April 2013

Five billion miles away, a galaxy dies like a snowflake falling on water. Magnificent

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Seamus O Brian 18 September 2016

Tiny cogs lost in the vast machinery of the universe, but inextricably united to it. Wonderful.

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Yashim David George 24 September 2022

Thank you Ted Kooser. It was clear and I turned around looking beneath to find some farmer. I hope later, five years perhaps from today the true meaning of this would then coerce me. Aha.

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Morgan Ball 23 April 2022

No Experience Needed, No Boss Over il Your FD Shoulder… Say Goodbye To Your Old Job! Limited Number Of Spots Open…….

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Bill Grace 09 April 2022

I am envious of Ted's power as a poet and what he gives us.

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Julio Sanchez 07 April 2022

i'm sorry kidd

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Julio 07 April 2022

i'm sorry kidd

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