Totem
wren like a public hope
little but neat
as well-dressed as the barber
in a street of ash
Inspired poems
Inspired poems — a collection of the best works on Poemship.
Pilgrims’ progress
past all fear
we come to a labyrinth
nothing in it
but accidents like dust
falling down over all
the land in pieces
without any other design
but love
Revolutionary romantic
the multitude rising
have been a salve
for the heart simple
as rain in the woods
more in it than any
weary answer
Escape route
where are we come to
what high rough peak
having in my book a secret door to the night
I will fall up
Lord Sand
Lord Sand left the sea
for the fields
I fear he is not well
that it was done for a joke
the weather is now very warm
an axe white with light
but Lord Sand they say
will lead in the darkest manner
mouth in mourning like a prince
believed to lay up hidden money
lord of anger
without any consciousness of his faults
he has no face but a grave
which I will not call my brother
I resolve to stand on my own legs
or fall
How to resist
no laws will save us
the old simple manner that used to do
being gone
danger is an instrument
made of questions
I must be at home with hope
Incipient
who knows how to begin
through the garden
ringing and pretty
New Year’s is of use to whom
a new invention
a noon at night
Resistance
to inconvenience an enemy
I will not remove my own head
people pray
for a head with good countenance
a light head
ordinary as a horse
but a foot
committed to ignorance
does as much good as
a burning head
but I make new words
of ash and trouble
Golden dawn
a letter from the past
respects no expectation of
a better account
so I clear my mind of such
correspondence
I will have to carve other dice
Morning light
this morning light
will right all
will make half a head
into a little room
and a whole
member into rope
will free a peach to debauch
a glass of wine
and give me a now
to be a patient of
this light like blood
in a simple lily
Personal development
I make my death grow
into a room for others
in a narrow pit
there is no play
I must claim liberty
like a dancer
Low-information voter
I have put on my hope
and voted against sand
hindered from sleep
hardly able to open eyes
I look at any road
and see no road
nothing is now
out of the way
but I am resolved
to drive
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