Composer
water goes to water again
and I to song
to live for music is enough
the ear in ecstasy
and all the imaginable world
made of alterations
Inspired poems
Inspired poems — a collection of the best works on Poemship.
Different
among so many people
I cannot do without
people of different discourse to hear
as rain and wind
my lodgings open to the light
and the black land
Epithalamium, with images from the Brothers Grimm
Prince Charming
A bad week. She swallowed
pills, eight
little erasers& while she lay on
the floor with her mind
elsewhere, the golden Lab
brought his famished
tongue across her face.
Unclipped toe-
nails click
on the cold linoleum
as the dog goes
to his bed, comes back
for another lick, & finally begins
to nibble.
He starts with the lips,
Hatchlings
found ourselves in eggs
silent together
we were simple
not knowing the way
found ourselves to go backward and forward
wild as the sea
it seemed like fire
upon every stroke
the crow made us
whole
Makeover
green called to green
and every place begins
to grow green
an art the morning
did not intend but made
a shift for
Self-sacrifice
do not die
for others but dance
without any shame
only the grace
to surrender
like ink in water
Against experts
doctors’ words bled meaning
out of a quiet tongue
it bled red and we were glad
to be rid of it
the plain word a mouth says
is the most extraordinary thing
Totem
wren like a public hope
little but neat
as well-dressed as the barber
in a street of ash
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
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