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Soporific
white bread for dinner
in the house of sleep
my mind groping for the way
through the book in my hands
some great raw nothing
moving within me
Poemas sobre el tema: bread
Poemas sobre el tema «bread» en Poets.by.
Scenesters
a black coat long in mourning
is our second home
we walk in the shoemaker’s
weary chapel
our liturgy is a bit of bread
and the infinite street
Bog body
in the night bog
I part with my road
curious about other things
I lack philosophy enough
to understand bread
or the question of touch
Urban pastoral
after great pain
eating a bit of bread in the sun
behind me the savory discourse
of people at the madhouse
Antoinette
her own garden left her
to her red bed of velvet
the queen pretty as a horse
and full of time
the sight of a blade is sad
to the idle bread
At the club
a pretty pair of gloves
on the Parliament-man
that was cursing the poor
how they fight till they drop
though their eyes be unlucky
as if they had no bread
the white hearse of a moon
set over a sad house
down into the morning tide
Inner city
in the city is a city missing bread
for the swan on the water
but the other made of fear
begins to decay like mad
the street cursing in 42 voices
that money is not to eat
Consumer culture
we breakfast on money
use all the ovens at work
bread would own the mathematician
buy the troublesome artist out
no reason to say one word
against what they let be
Bread and circuses
in a dead hour they take abuse
for their entertainment
a gentleman must lie
his mouth itching to bite
and the ways so full of people
present a great stomach
Sustenance
in the heart of noon
making up my accounts
God may be
little better than bread
Cerebral
my work is in
my mind alone
I walk a while in the garden
and take no notice
eat a bit of bread and dirt
like a country with no mother
and then doubt
I am called to art…
Short-order cook
The city: a great experiment,
there where I never found
a clean plate against tomorrow,
paying many little debts
and all things in a hurry of business.
As cook, looking over my work,
I ate nothing but bread and cheese
and bread and butter.