Miniature
all in dirt
the worm in the little picture
at my office
Poems on the topic: dirt
Poems on the topic “dirt” on Poets.by.
Green house
A rank yard
and part green in my parlor
where I am out
of land and pleased
to house the dirt.
Poems in Praise of Practically Nothing VIII
You take a bath, and sit there bathing
In water cold, in water scathing;
You scrub till you're sans an epidermis.
And feel like a regular bathing Hermes.
You do not waste a single minute ;
The tub shows how you worked while in it;
You dry, and do some honest rooting
For such remarkable abluting: —
Well, a day goes by, or ten, or thirty.
And what thanks do you get? You're just as dirty!
Summer Evening: New York Subway Station
Perspiring violence derides
The pathetic collapse of dirt.
An effervescence of noises
Depends upon cement for its madness.
Electric light is taut and dull,
Like a nauseated suspense.
This kind of heat is the recollection
Of an orgy in a swamp.
Soiled caskets joined together
Slide to rasping stand-stills.
People savagely tamper
With each other's bodies,
Scampering in and out of doorways.
Weighted with apathetic bales of people
The soiled caskets rattle on.
The scene consists of mosaics
Cartoon
I AM making a Cartoon of a Woman. She is the People.
She is the Great Dirty Mother.
And Many Children hang on her Apron, crawl at her
Feet, snuggle at her Breasts.
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