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.
Poems on the topic: city
Poems on the topic “city” on Poets.by.
Sunset Boulevard
In the glass city there are
no glass windows,
the king is kin to his own nothing
and the queen is a whole table:
so the difference between
gold and evening.
Ghetto moon
Moonlight over
all the streets
made a great conquest of the city.
Strange to see it go
to the water with
drawn swords.
We met it like dead men,
not a word among us,
not able to stir
in the dirt.
Enigma
Is the city a thing—
one house, a chest
of drawers—
or a singing master,
singing to the office
and the home?
Coronation day
Pleasure is a red throne
and all the fiddlers in red.
Come to me as if
to the ground,
as if walking up and down
or going to the kitchen.
Eat the first dish
on the king’s table
and give me music of all sorts—
but above all, a kiss.
And we stayed till the city
had a light like a glory
round about it
and a great many men and women
laid hold of us, drinking to us
one after another—
Public works
We saw the city
build scaffolds
for all who read books.
Against nature
Unseasonable light:
war, arson,
a city.
Travel Song
This morning I will go
to Constantinople
where the woman I love
sells child’s coats.
Last night
I sent for my chest
and put on my black silk for joy.
Mr. Hater
Mr. Hater and I
go forth to the city
and get money by bringing
all business into our hands.
I walk in the park
giving light in my way,
which put me
into despair.
Paris, Beirut
the bottle of night broke
what to do
what answer to give
is loss what the city will be for
Afterglow
in the dark home
the embers discharge their own
great city
The Fall
her stark anatomy
in the garden
I look at the ground
a city ordered to be kept shut
the body’s a thing
of bad colors
Describe a feeling — we’ll find a poem
Or try: