Good books
a book of rain
in the book of my hand
a thing so long
it is not fit to publish
I read the book of the ear
prefacing the book of the confessor
I am sorry for the book
I am reading now
what people believe
and grieve in it
Poems on the topic: book
Poems on the topic “book” on Poets.by.
Vicar
proud of my pretty hands
I play a wise man
give husband to wife
with my two copies of a book
Book of Life
a mouth of judgement against me
an oven to bear
broke by the day’s work
I enter our book
of a bed
Spectator
going about business
every day in the week
I see them slide
what jig requires us
to run the world?
what contented life irks?
I sit looking over
the book of dances
serving time
Anarchist’s dream
I long for a black rose
in every hand,
fierce men that ride
without stopping,
a quiet study filled
with good books.
Bibliolator
To church, where
I made my home
in a book.
Book of Martyrs
A great evil I saw:
a book comes
to give stairs to people,
but they hold up their heads
to be kissed, not to kiss.
And so bonfires
desire the book
and read it with pleasure
to that long night, the city.
Omen
Feathers in fish invite awe—
a sign that the king cannot see.
We sing, my wife and I.
We put my books and her books to bed.
Engrossed
time among books—
my dinner by and by
gone with the ants
Inspiration
The ships were satisfied by wind
and I by a book.
Pentecostal
By the light of the moon,
my little candle is a stranger.
The pretty woman speaks Latin
and I love her books
by an inch of candle,
see the images burn
in the sovereign, singing tongue.
Public works
We saw the city
build scaffolds
for all who read books.
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