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Near Miss
Went long.
Still missed
the catch — or rather,
the ball. Caught
nothing.
Didn’t have
to throw it back.
But carrying
it around
was a strain.
My arms still ache
from all that lack.
Poèmes sur le thème : arm
Poèmes sur le thème « arm » sur Poets.by.
Corporate tool
in the arms of the corporation
I found myself
a contract I am
resolved not to alter
they understand me
and all who feel only half made
Rendezvous
Meet me in thin arms,
say it is only to sell me a trick
or a ring in the nose.
I know how true
rain would be.
Whiteout
white as noon, this ice—
this small arm which I am
not able to stir
Thanksgiving Day Montreal 1
I could do handstands
I’m so happy to be near you.
I’d hate to
.... couldn’t cope with
a broken arm
if the handstand botched.
Gesture
My arms were always quiet,
Close, and never freed.
I was furled like a banner,
Enfolded like a seed.
I thought, when Love shall strike me,
Each arm will start and spring,
Unloosen like a petal,
And open like a wing.
Oh Love — my arms are lifted,
But not to sway and toss;
They strain out wide and wounded.
Like arms upon a cross.
Beauty That Is Never Old
When buffeted and beaten by life's storms,
When by the bitter cares of life oppressed,
I want no surer haven than your arms,
I want no sweeter heaven than your breast.
When over my life's way there falls the blight
Of sunless days, and nights of starless skies;
Enough for me, the calm and steadfast light
That softly shines within your loving eyes.
The world, for me, and all the world can hold
Is circled by your arms; for me there lies,
Within the lights and shadows of your eyes,
The only beauty that is never old.
Angular
Other hearts have broken gracefully, for your sake,
And now your eyes reproach me that my ache
Is awkward, and my arms
Are angular across my breast
Where emptiness is pressed.