Two-dimensional
clock-talk is how
I ought to learn
but one-eyed
I understand lines
and how to like
a great wrong card
Poèmes sur le thème : clock
Poèmes sur le thème « clock » sur Poets.by.
Happy hour
a clock with no face
after 8 o’clock I have no when
a drunken pair tocks
hand in hand
Public servant
I go forth
in my coat and sword
to drums and other drums,
a vulgar audience
making ugly faces,
not knowing the wine
where I kill the clock
that talked on
about business.
The snows of yesteryear
This is no
winter in which
I am snow
under the barber’s hand
but a sack of hard time,
late and gone.
I read a clock with pleasure
after that.
Dreamtime
Clock by clock, a strange time
called me out of the world.
I live in a sufficiency of parts:
old hands, ear,
heart as cheerful as a bed.
Bilateral
I made myself a pair:
my clock and I,
my corpse and I
set forth together,
greedy to see.
Miner
I bled red years in the mine.
I went out of the present, going back and back.
In my absence, the clock sang to my wife.
Proverbial (4)
Knock on a clock, owe an owl.
A sage and an owl meet where a light is out.
Never was a house pleased with the arms that hang there.
We die in fear, not for mirth’s sake.
Apart
I go by the clock below,
rising in the west.
I drink all night.
Within me, a morrow
given up to another.
I lie alone all night.
Engrossed
All is perfect:
engrossed in time and chance,
I despair, bark
at the clock, write
late and low.
In Seething Lane
I find the worst fears.
I shuffle out to the yard
with my dish and cup
and speak to the sun
like a clock
or a bare window.
Solar Flair
The upholsterer came
to take furniture for the sun:
a half moon, the king’s worn door
and a silk clock.