Listen to the world’s best poetry read out loud.

At last the heart makes its way
past sadness, regret,
grows at ease with shadows
that move like humble servants
about the room,
sweeping up words
where they had fallen
as dust motes, unconnected
from anything we meant to say;

brushing the edge off memory,
turning it face downwards,
tending its slow seepage
into the daily habit
of absence
under one roof.