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Bellwether
I could expect to age
or boil over
a compass busy with the north
napping in a riot
having been rescued from the dead
I know no certainty
Poemas sobre el tema: compass
Poemas sobre el tema «compass» en Poets.by.
Circumscribed
I have seen a ship in a well
and a compass in bed
what will become of all my promise
in a quiet life
Landscape gardener
I cannot make natural
as if I rain
my head full of stepping thin
compasses of ice
Lost, found, whatever
A shark is a compass
that always points toward blood.
This may not seem of great utility
if you’re lost at sea.
But cut yourself & wait —
you’ll be found soon enough.
Tea at the Palaz of Hoon
Not less because in purple I descended
The western day through what you called
The loneliest air, not less was I myself.
What was the ointment sprinkled on my beard?
What were the hymns that buzzed beside my ears?
What was the sea whose tide swept through me there?
Out of my mind the golden ointment rained,
And my ears made the blowing hymns they heard.
I was myself the compass of that sea:
I was the world in which I walked, and what I saw
Or heard or felt came not but from myself;
And there I found myself more truly and more strange.