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Trade-offs
in the park
they lease new buildings
where the morning grew
they do all the hurt they can
the more a man serves
the less he finds of joy
like the death of so many things
to make me content in my life
Gedichten over het onderwerp: building
Gedichten over het onderwerp “building” op Poets.by.
Aflame
fire is the backward
uniform of buildings
fire tells me my question
is only a common cry
when you came O falcon
to my bed
* * *
building site
the four-square mounds
of unearthed earth
Taxis
Yellow, a thesis on everyday life.
How you yellow.
Stopping the patient among us, as if we
were actually anyone or you, the smart one
with a degree in spelunking
and not enough change or reading Tasso
you discovered what a tropism was, let
the journalist in you have his idea of what
the vehicle should be called, asked
about it, hurrying us to our home
to figure out just what gives
every part of a building its just dimensions.
And in the evening, side by side
we have just discovered the change in our lives,
a hunch that a hand waved in the weather
would remain aloft, proof any reduction
The Night Fire
No engines shrieking rescue storm the night,
And hose and hydrant cannot here avail;
The flames laugh high and fling their challenging light,
And clouds turn gray and black from silver-pale.
The fire leaps out and licks the ancient walls,
And the big building bends and twists and groans.
A bar drops from its place; a rafter falls
Burning the flowers. The wind in frenzy moans.
The watchers gaze, held wondering by the fire,
The dwellers cry their sorrow to the crowd,
The flames beyond themselves rise higher, higher,
To lose their glory in the frowning cloud,
Yielding at length the last reluctant breath.
And where life lay asleep broods darkly death.