Dark thoughts
night looking over my paper
we meet on both sides
Contemplative poems
Contemplative poems — a collection of the best works on PoemShip.
Timber
the great indifference of the wood
to the business of years
when they come to build
it is but another temple to home and bed
Mole people
the life of a mole
this crowding and waiting
where light is dull
and we take
pleasure in ink
Cerebral
my work is in
my mind alone
I walk a while in the garden
and take no notice
eat a bit of bread and dirt
like a country with no mother
and then doubt
I am called to art…
Hermetic
time to meet with the plaster and brick
that belong to my lodgings
quiet as the ground
I go shut my doors
being open might give longing a home
Surfeit
A full ox is said
to tower, half house
and rank as night.
Life be blessed, but I am much
against too much,
now that we leave pleasure
to the rope.
Imbolc
Ice is an answer
to desire we will
not grant. I don
new fur, den up
against tomorrow’s din.
Flood
Water over
the fields—a rank maze.
We found after great patience
in the water, a costly catch:
ling and wonder.
Rehabilitation
A bat is ill, since
my chimney smokes.
I quarter him in my hands—
a bat bed.
Short-order cook
The city: a great experiment,
there where I never found
a clean plate against tomorrow,
paying many little debts
and all things in a hurry of business.
As cook, looking over my work,
I ate nothing but bread and cheese
and bread and butter.
Bibliolator
To church, where
I made my home
in a book.
The starving artist considers entomophagy
All this day looking at the light
and insects
and other creatures to which
I was not little.
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