Response to Descartes
the difference between waking
and dreaming is the difference
between having a falcon
and having the moon at my door
Poems on the topic: door
Poems on the topic “door” on Poets.by.
Escape route
where are we come to
what high rough peak
having in my book a secret door to the night
I will fall up
Insider
doors, forgive me
for having a house
who likes to need
such a common evil
for quiet or content in the rain
a rain that tends to sing well
and eat nothing at all
In absentia
dead before her death
hands as spare as any in a compass
at her own dark burial
finding nobody
paper looking for paper
a door open to a door
Streetwise
I walk the length of the dark street
a busy confiture of doors and high words
where I pretend to know trouble
and pass some heart tempered with sleep
Rumination
after a day within doors
I get a great desire to eat a stomach
green and full
as an old religion
No toll
full of morning
the bell by our door
who am I to droop
if others should trouble
the world more than me
Quixote at home
after my journey
the door is great as a wish
but poor as the prince of a closet
and a new black cloak
Learning curve
after measuring
all inches in a foot
I learn to walk
after my appointment with the door
I stand still and suffer
no discontent
A taste of her own medicine
I take a pill for a wife
a pretty lady made of loss and ash
what a fable this is
getting her out of the way to drink
O door without a house
door gone like a pill
Sacred time
I bought many things worth my hate
alone at the office
coming into Christmas time
the year is again a door
Buried alive
on the wheel of occasions
I am denied liberty
a priest officiating in a cubical
not one little door
and no mind to play cards
with a root
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