The longest day of the year is fast approaching, which means that folks in Alaska will be getting very little sleep. The prolonged hours of sunlight feel to me like a boon, but they also seem a bit wearying, as though one is compelled to experience every last moment of illumination, burn the candle at both ends. In honor of the solstice, I like to recall those poems which burn exhaustively. These are poems that contain multiple worlds without apology, poems like Arthur Rimbaud’s “After the Flood” and Diane Wakoski’s “Blue Monday.” After reading these ambitious poems, we sense that the poets are spent, and we are grateful. What are your favorite “Hail Mary” poems for the solstice? How do you keep the longest day?