Contingency
I write my life.
If my letters die before I do,
I may make use
of the lax music
in my bed.
Poems on the topic: death
Poems on the topic “death” on Poets.by.
Longest day
too hot
to wear anything
the wonder
in a drop of wine
full of daylight after
her husband is dead
Moth
alone with
my model of a ship
a little moth
fear of death troubles me
till daylight
Mortality
This morning I find myself
laid out in the grave.
I have hope—a far tree intended
for many birds—but I fear
the wall with a talking clock.
It is going to lie.
Fable
I am he who had
been hunting and
is come back dead
to all I own,
to my house made
of children and gold,
to my picture
which is now
done with me.
Widower
down into the cellar
with a cane—I talk
to her things
Carpe diem
All things call
and all fall and rot.
Excuse my not
waiting as others do
to be.
Hearsay
“six men I hear
drowned repairing the queen’s pleasure boat”
evening barber
Night barge
a dead man floating
on the water
Abstract
An experiment:
hands talking,
we frighten the bear
back into a book.
The bills of mortality
appear to be full
of pure hunger.
Funeral instructions
Call up a merry rump
to carry to the grave.
Dine below the buttery
church of money.
Dine at a secluded grave
on the horse of the house.
The day the music died
My song died,
a note gone to ash.
My flageolette got an ague.
My shot harp sat
in a bed of nails.
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