Respite
the clock had no time
to answer to
under the sea
naked as the hole in an ear
I am old like that
high up in a birch
the questions are enough
to carry home
Contemplative poems
Contemplative poems — a collection of the best works on PoemShip.
Influencer
noon is a black box
the same box my face
is often in
when weary of sitting
I sing
to a laughing no one
Cutaway
a kiss is more mighty
than the news
I hear words dissolve
and a crow unravel an anthem
I make my journal
out of the whole journey
One, two
morning like a gold chain
noon like a roundhouse
Weight-loss program
to become thin
I wed my bones to the road
today’s new yesterday
is a cross
a dark and dirty supper
for the eyes
Polyphony
church might have
an acquaintance with rain
for singing with many voices
is not singing
but a sort of instrumental music
words lost by being heard
in the style of scripture
Missing the small picture
joy will settle
for any crow
which I think
I never did see
for all the liberty I give
my weak eyes
Acting my age
I have no lies for a dog
no alteration but play
for others weary
as office business
I play the age tune
and keep time
Self-knowledge
no teaching will promise
I shall obtain
what I am
a table for one
my own drink
Albino
the white crow
broke one wing
and fastened it again
stepped into church
to look upon the people
reading of infinite light
walked in the elms
with whom a great deal
of talk
Unthinkability
an oven in the summer
in the winter thin ice
imagine it while we have it
no elsewhere
I need the world to be
the world again
ingenious
full of variety and suffering and light
Aging diplomat
hoarseness and war come to me
I have been strange
I become great with rust
as I used to be open
to make any peace
to make peace with anybody
it seems almost romantic
to force a leaden discourse
o carcass come mediate
restore simplicity
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