Evening Poetry, August 25

After Working Long on One Thing

by Jane Kenyon

Through the screen door

I hear a hummingbird, inquiring

for nectar among the stalwart

hollyhocks-an erratic flying

ruby, asking for sweets among

the sticky-throated flowers.

The sky won’t darken in the west

until ten. When shall I turn

this light and tired mind?

You can find this poem in Collected Poems.

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