Poetry Fiction Issue Atlantic

by Brad Leithauser

Nightfall

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In Iceland, in early January,
when dusk begins at dawn,
alone in a wind-whipped shack,
I kneel as though cowering
before my little stove door.
Nights are immense, and my coal is black
as night.
     A geologist
in his lab might be able to say,
within a million years or so, just
when and where the coal’s towering
source-plants were laid down;
I only know, while waiting for
the room to warm, it was very
long ago, and far away.

Brad Leithauser’s new collection of poems, Curves and Angles, will be published this fall.

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