Sea wind
it is a disease of the wind
to keep going to sea
fleet as the fleet
but too small for the great ice
or a ship on a still night
dancing
preparing for an ordinary death
Poems on the topic: death
Poems on the topic “death” on Poets.by.
Raiment
I dress myself against the sun
go to listen to the gale
I publish lies but hope to be
just a little conceited
I dress myself for the dust
that great garden of a bed
Sign language
my own hands talk about me
as full of life as a grave
kill with them
and they go still
love is the trade they never want
Undertaking
shoes blacked for the grave
his white gloves going
up and down
but how the dead have us ready
to love a day’s work
All heart
a rose to look after
and a puppy to look after
brought joy to me
half drunk
God knows my heart is a fancy music
God knows my heart is full of death
Vigil
on days as immediate as doors
fear would not fit
into our bed
her face like a dying aster
how to hold it
Sleepwalker
sleep to me
is a bad journey taken
in the country of a corpse
where night and day
quarrel and point
and turn in at one gate
Outlook
work shall make work
a dog after a deer
blue as ice
the globe ages
through eight governments
in the death-bed dream
of a hangman
Gifted
people speak of my gift
for sitting with the dead
I know the disease of the stone
the hot pie made of a swan
how a rose cried
at the sight of my hands
Review
if I should die I shall use it
as an ordinary window
seeing the boys playing
in our back yard
on a pleasant evening
at the beginning of a quarrel
Trade-off
sad for the rot of time
in an urn or a hand the sudden
little death
that lightness
for want of a now
Death grip
the dead hands of conquest
are a field given over to ice
how I fall is my fault
under every commander
how I trust the power
in a common rhyme
how I take occasion
to know the world
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