Dogged
I am a dog, come to kill
that tip of the tail again
and dig the hole deeper.
Strange to so trepan
my own never mind.
My mist is rich.
Poemas sobre el tema: dog
Poemas sobre el tema «dog» en Poets.by.
Mariner
The road called me,
a dog followed me,
but trouble came to my house.
Tomorrow I am to wait upon the sea.
In/formal
I talk with my dog
where I talk to the king:
privately.
Between home and bed.
Philanthropist
With the dog to see some poor children
in tawny clothes sing.
I give them five pieces in gold,
a sound lesson upon the flag
and a silver can of ham three stories high.
Lucre
White-hot and a black burn:
mind and face.
I look for direction,
see money and a petticoat.
I have taken up with that dog,
that plenipotentiary death.
What a great profit I made.
How I cheated.
Quietist
having been the barking dog
that could not sleep
I believe as well as a bell
in the discourse of snow
In the park
drinking wine in the park
the dog dancing as I look
over the paper
Container terminal
morning ice
where they shit in the river
a dog is dead
Leveler
we must find order always
in the ordinary multitude
I view the private letter
that is a well-kept grave
above us the wind
unacquainted with sex and fear
the stars guided by nothing
but the barking of a dog
Chasing shadows
The retriever pup
chases butterfly shadows
even in his sleep.
Butterfly’s shadow:
the dog’s nose goes wild
at the lack of odor.
Muzzle to ground,
his legs get ahead of him:
herding shadows.
Butterfly shadow
on the lawn shrinks, vanishes.
The dog digs for it.
Head under water
the golden retriever
keeps his eyes open.
On the creek bottom
Alter ego
In the morning
he shouted at the fields
(the crooked fellow)
walked up and down
(the churchyard cock)
broke Barebone’s windows
and went home
(my dog-brother)
To-do list
Practice walking; begin in the yard.
Afterwards, talk to a stone.
Do nothing.
Let a black dog into the kitchen
and eat a great head,
too much to boil.