Sublunary
this is not weather
for the young
you believe in the moon
and I the sun
while we turn old
and rest day and night
Contemplative poems
Contemplative poems — a collection of the best works on PoemShip.
Home life
this is no prison
just a workhouse
the door met with the street
but not for love
yet I like it empty
I spent the night in a book
Off limits
o my poor inward parts
a garden forced to close for want of room
only the unimaginable is saved
In deer season
Fog until 9 a.m.
Sitting in their trees,
the hunters hear
every drip.
A silent crow flies past,
something dangling from its beak.
Water beads
on the coiled tendrils
of wild grapes.
Unmistakable, the sound of hooves
on wet leaves — until it stops.
The fog thins.
A pair of does stand frozen,
raising & lowering the white
alarms of their tails.
Badland
no holiday for a badland
ants pay their rent
to a shrew
and the half-life
of words in the mind
is one day
lost under a cup
an ear
is the only book
Distancing
having dressed myself I drink
my morning wine
my new book of fire
is finely bound and colored
all the figures
I have undressed
the distance between
all things in readiness
for love or worship
so that we eat what
we think to have
and therefore part with
Myopic
hope alone is no holiday
whatever we pretend
building houses two stories high
in the fields
and never raising
a head
to see
Conservation
how to provide for the sea
offer her a place where
she may have any water
prize her wine
look into every fin
clean our ships
and go home for life
Template
expectation is an ore
given to us all
the round mouth
engineers the plate
seeing a safe we believe in money
a thing as false as all fur
a secret king can walk
round difficult crags
I read myself to sleep
to get out of my head
Castrati
who would not be kissed
by eunuchs with women’s voices
that which is known and understood
will never be as pleasing
and the tongue is more judicious
than that anagram of dog
Institutional
white hall
we complain of disorders
in borrowed clothes
Watchmaker analogy
life is no watchmaker
I watch it work
and am made new
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