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Rainy evening
melancholy rain
like a letter from a cave
what is the cat seeing at night
she holds up her head
Poèmes sur le thème : cave
Poèmes sur le thème « cave » sur Poets.by.
Taken for granted
how an ear must suffer
out in the world
miracle of attendance to nobody
a cave in the growing night
Bombing for peace
I smell ugly money
on the other side of murder
they promising security
secure a cave made by hand
like wind in a paper country
this business of war
Sinking Valley
the longer you gaze at the face
of a limestone cliff
the more beasts
begin to emerge
a puzzle of muzzles
a marl of snarls
don’t call them angelic
they’re not here for you
convening as if
to meditate on a corpse
where the creek makes a brief
above-ground appearance
oh white-breasted nuthatch
with your anxiety song
who’s to say what’s real
in a valley full of sinkholes
The cave a girl resides in
She cleans the place
Light up the lamps
Dance two steps
& Then hush all together
In fear of onlookers.
Night is wary
From the melody
Howls & giggles
Contrasting eerily.
She's in wonder at the world,
The world is in wonder at her.
The caves are bounding,
the prettiest things are always in hiding.
The Opal Dream Cave
In an opal dream cave I found a fairy:
Her wings were frailer than flower petals,
Frailer far than snowflakes.
She was not frightened, but poised on my finger,
Then delicately walked into my hand.
I shut the two palms of my hands together
And held her prisoner.
I carried her out of the opal cave,
Then opened my hands.
First she became thistledown,
Then a mote in a sunbeam,
Then--nothing at all.
Empty now is my opal dream cave.
The Caves
Like the tide--knocking at the hollowed cliff
And running into each green cave as if
In the cave's night to keep
Eternal motion grave and deep;--
That, even while each broken wave repeats
Its answered knocking and with bruised hand beats
Again, again, again,
Tossed between ecstasy and pain;
Still in the folded hollow darkness swells,
Sinks, swells, and every green-hung hollow fills,
Till there's no room for sound
Save that old anger rolled around;
So into every hollow cliff of life,
Into this heart's deep cave so loud with strife,
In tunnels I knew not,
In lightless labyrinths of thought,
Love Songs 2
Your love is like a blue, blue wave
The little rainbows play in.
Your love is like a mountain cave
Cool shadows darkly stay in.
It thrills me like great gales at war,
It soothes like softest singing.
It bears me where clear rivers are,
With reeds and rushes swinging;
Or out to pearly shores afar
Where temple bells are ringing.