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Remnants
among the thin
business of the corn
a chimney where
there was a home
a bed
of asparagus
Poèmes sur le thème : chimney
Poèmes sur le thème « chimney » sur Poets.by.
Rehabilitation
A bat is ill, since
my chimney smokes.
I quarter him in my hands—
a bat bed.
London from Above
Ten thousand red-brown
mouths of chimney pots
gape at us as we descend,
jet engines howling, into the haze—
a mutual amazement.
Here is the yellow air
of our to-and-froing.
Here are the housing estates
and the scrapyards,
groomed swards of a park
and chaotic allotments,
the circling traffic.
There’s the river and
its slick sheen of a carcass.
Plane trees all in a line
make faint, green gestures