The book-lover’s blues
chance is a good companion
but needs are the greatest confidants
I love sometimes
and sometimes I do not care
a woman is lovely but I suffer
God forgive me for my books
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Making certain
I dare not reckon myself sure
till I have it in my mind
the rusted table not pretty
my books not neat
the clasp of an hour or two
is brought to a head
Microcosmic
visions like whole books
a history of land
a history of light
where all things end in a green garden
and some cherries
my wife lying with me
Reorganization
is my office my work
I lose the door
place my books in order
let the night be a strange ink
building other things
out of my thoughts
Bookworm
my old clutter of books
strata from the burial of a grove
telling me how to fall
and in which hard bed
Ministry of Truth
a fire looking
in all the books
re-writing the endings to make
an end of writing
how to order myself
for the year to come
Inscrutable
the bottle or a book
eating at the night
like a god I neither can guess
nor believe in
Mind over matter
I live hard in a little house
so smoky that it was troublesome
till they put out the fire
in my book of tales
the poor live with great content
out of mind
Togetherness
in my book of tales you desire me
not to speak
only to touch
a pair of shoes let alone all day
seldom complain
despair is an art
Booklover
the sea is so much her own matter
rough and raw
that I long for an hour in stone
where we tend to a thin world
and my chief joy
is to buy a virginal book
100% post-consumer
make me a head
that will let me see where I am
out of books and hope
use a history of arson
to turn me to ash
Ornithography
a bird is the beginning
of many leaves
getting a book with blank paper
I saw a wing sunk in a field