Summer Stars by Carl Sandburg
And since my room has no windows, it’s impossible to see the stars. I have since developed the habit of seeking solace in poems.
Summer Stars
Carl SandburgBend low again, night of summer stars.
So near you are, sky of summer stars,
So near, a long-arm man can pick off stars,
Pick off what he wants in the sky bowl,
So near you are, summer stars,
So near, strumming, strumming,
So lazy and hum-strumming.