Street life
street pretty
as a painted crow
that life all I need to look at
but her old body
dressed as if
she had been a road
thin answer
to the poor
in their claims against God
Contemplative poems
Contemplative poems — a collection of the best works on PoemShip.
Response to Descartes
the difference between waking
and dreaming is the difference
between having a falcon
and having the moon at my door
Just now
Half-disappearing
behind a screen of falling snow –
drab autumn color.
Islanders
the old men of islands
never discover ships
observe the sea
only for an hour
talking of thrifty living
and the winter ice
Fine line
I draw this ink line
no paint so finely mixed and shaded
against the usual night
Shut-in
one hand owes money
to the other
night falling
on the cards of their house
their fish going
like nonsense words together
to and fro
Nel mezzo del cammin
time is a thin woods
I am sure I shall save
for one night
Closeted
I could not go to church
except in my closet
wing of my evening
up with that cold cold eye
Blear
ice like a trap
for the moon
my left eye
troubled with rheum
Shorn
my hair cut short
I am a globe where night
cannot endure
Dregs
yesterday my head
was lighter than my glass
in which I discover a mite
perfect as an angry letter
Slight difference
I read word as world
that ledge of a letter
like the interstice between
the swallow and the air
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