Leading us into a city stirring with gravediggers and beggars, lovers and dogs, Charles Simic returns with a brilliant collection full of his singular wit, dark humor, and tenderheartedness. In poems that are often as spare as they are monumental, he captures the fleeting moments of modern life--peering inside pawnshop windows, brushing shoulders with strangers on the street, and walking familiar cemetery rows--to uncover all the beauty and worry hiding in plain sight.

As the poet reflects on a lifetime's worth of pleasure and loss, he recalls instances when he "made excuses and hurried away," and considers the way memory always trails just behind. No Land in Sight is a testament to all we leave in our wake and, simultaneously, all we hang on to: the passing minutes, the evening's stillness, and the many lives we inhabit in dim thresholds and bright mornings alike.