Investigator
the way I find life
is any day an art
how I look at things
in my room by candlelight
Contemplative poems
Contemplative poems — a collection of the best works on PoemShip.
Outside influence
I walk to think
to see clear on foot
night fitting
a paper multitude
no mine back home
where I might have gone
Propriety
who was not for the war
and the business of war
and whatever he pretends
means no hurt in it
a failed swan
coming home to a field
at the office I bound myself
to strict rules
Prospero
my only work is to look
to look after
the tide
serving a sea I keep
the noon till night
I let be
Succession
old field
the land is tangier and out
of order there
a place never likely to thin
all gone off
and up
Undercover
my ruling itch
cannot find me
with my company face
the color of a clock
Hobby farmer
all morning I turn
the garden up
standing in the rows
I look at myself
a simple argument for oats
before art broke me
Sun line
white light and simple talk
promise a Zen of salt
like a road in the country
of a hand
Hands on
hands having to lie
to be old and content
having all the marks of honest
lived-in desire
having to keep
Back kitchen
the busy cook
quite out of humor
evening rain
(In)attentive
mind fixed on my art
I have been silent and given
little of myself
the moon at noon
is a brother
to no one
Circadian
noon with a white horse and house of plague
here I am
the more I know the more I notice
till twelve at night
having turned
into myself
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