poem of the week: things i didn't know i loved

This is one of my favourite poems that I've rediscovered recently. I love its stream-of-consciousness style and the beautiful language the poet employs, and the joy and discovery he finds in discovering what he didn't know he loved. Lovely, lovely poem.

( i never knew i liked night descending like a tired bird on a smoky wet plain )

Also, happy birthday to the lovely wanderlight! Here's to a good year for you! ♥