Hello readers! Every week, the BOA staff shares one of our favorite poems from our over 300 collections of poetry. In honor of the solar eclipse and these late-August nights, this week's poem is from The Day's Last Light Reddens the Leaves of the Copper Beech by Stephen Dobyns.
Good DaysJack McCarthy, Stand-Up Poet, 1939–2013
It had been one of those good days with friends
and now we were sitting around the bonfire
telling stories—a circle of light within the dark
The wind through the trees above us sounded
like faraway conversations, perhaps the talk
of friends around bonfires in the past. Some
were drinking, some not. Some leaned back
on their elbows, some sat cross-legged.
You know how it is: your face grows hot,
your back turns cold. As time passed, one
by one, men and women got to their feet and
walked into the night. Yes, that's how it was.