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Crewbawn
White clouds that change and pass,
And stars that shine awhile,
Dew water on the grass,
A fox upon a stile.
A river broad and deep,
A slow boat on the waves,
My sad thoughts on the sleep
That hollows out the graves.
Poems on the topic: boat
Poems on the topic “boat” on Poets.by.
Alienation
being a stranger
where most are strangers
body in a boat
On the bay
a little wind for the little boat
going to and fro
on one little sail
Outworn
alone with my song
I find on the shore
an old boat
like the last drinking horn
green and thin
R.E.M.
I sleep like a boat
touching the fish
without any thought going
through the dark water
Nation of immigrants
a throng of sad people
carried here by boat
where land is a half-way house
we go drinking
State of emergency
I have cut myself much
from the bluntness of the razor
here where a boat
must not drink the water
here was the flagmaker
here was the discourse of the corn
like a lost bad government
playing at cards
Father to the man
paper ready to be a little boat
regular and finely contrived
money dead as the house
I intend to dwell in
making bricks
and other poor music
and the books like citizens
old and upright
to a boy things appear greater
than to a man
now I account it good fortune
to follow a dog
Perspective
water or ground
which was our sure boat
the wind in a sail
one of them is speaking
Troubled
I have used a stone
as a boat, but found
it was never very good
in the water.
No open mind shall keep
my best troubles.
I send for the plasterer
to counterfeit a heart.
At the yacht club
In my new boat I am glad to leave
business a while
like a cunning fellow in a grave
or a little blind shoe,
ashamed to be bland.
Courtier
I read in shorthand
the long sentences
like a troll on board
the King’s boat,
making a pretty deal
of public sin—
fitting in.
I gain a home.
They have me sing.
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