Hush

We say that it falls,
(as sifts its warm,
muted cousin,
the dusk, into copses
and corners),
and often it does
in a breath
descend to a conflux
of faces anticipating
each some tensile
and spotlit
suspense,
but every once
in a cool,
cerulean moon
its dumbness will
switch from
downward to lift,
as when after the end
of a parched,
simple crying,
a hush then
rises and rises
and rises.

Hailey Leithauser

Hailey Leithauser

Hailey Leithauser's debut collection, Swoop, won the Poetry Foundation's Emily Dickinson First Book Award and was published by Graywolf in 2013. She has recent or upcoming work in 32 Poems, Agni, The Gettysburg Review, The Hopkins Review and The Yale Review.
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Hailey Leithauser's debut collection, Swoop, won the Poetry Foundation's Emily Dickinson First Book Award and was published by Graywolf in 2013. She has recent or upcoming work in 32 Poems, Agni, The Gettysburg Review, The Hopkins Review and The Yale Review.