Provisions
saved by art
which puts us into doubt
all my cake will be dough
like night returned to a wing
Poemas sobre el tema: art
Poemas sobre el tema «art» en Poets.by.
Sweet talker
among the things I am
live many expressions of love
an art with great satisfaction
to me and my dog
Cooked
coffee for her headache
night comes for the cook
and her art is no more
after supper
Emotion vs. insight
a red rave is good
seeming to be an art
to ice all pain
but ink comes only
from the night
Art world
morning comes out
in the best art
no ring to own or business
to busy up
Security state
who will secure us against security
the lock on discourse
the breaking down of valor
a thing avoided on all occasions
like the adventure of death
or being surrounded by art
Artless
difficult to see anything
in the art of the foolish
an art content
with the canvas as is
making up nobody but themselves
Loner
ash for my wages
my being much alone
like any art that children learn
the only business
of the heart will in time be
the present
Art critic
I am a dog who got hold of art
and worried it
I dispute the value
of pieces rated as great
the ridiculous design of work
in a committee
we who now dissect bodies
and call that art
a man never yet with child
boys desiring a pig
Bird of prey
a falcon where we fish
simple as a master
I do not believe but must believe
in the supple art of folly
to see with an ear
to eat my own
Doctrine of signatures
ink is the first
forced temple
I sign and seal an agreement
nothing is as personal as handwriting
I make the state a copy
with great seeming art
Emptying
in some mathematical vision
we proceed by striving to find a void
quick pleasures and sharp agonies
turn into art after a time
who at the burial of lust
could forbear being ash