Dream job
time to sleep
the work I spend hours in
my father and others
go through my mind
and I receive their legacy
of evening
Poems on the topic: evening
Poems on the topic “evening” on Poets.by.
Closeted
I could not go to church
except in my closet
wing of my evening
up with that cold cold eye
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
Monologue
rain makes a mad din all evening
time is our tune
Drunks
the rattle of fear
in every one of his rants
foxed with wine
I make my own water
in the cool of the evening
against the bridge
Miss September
summer is past
I fit myself to the white sand
like a lover
I long for a multitude
of books and evenings
when the amorous rains come
Idyll
sun behind her dress
the lines of a hip
on a country evening
so content I hardly speak
Last light
perfect as church
making an end of work
the evening light
Decline and fall
I wonder at the whole
design of ruin
evening is the same
but more portable
like a quiet pleasure
enlightening the body
Senescence
the deep age of this day
ending with a company of ills
no satisfied walking in the garden
no talking god
no age could make
better evening at night
At the butcher’s
a pot
to carry away the blood
evening in Venice
Burnt offerings
Kings of ash, we are
an evening company
and should have been merry
but the wine and all
other things stayed
on the altar.
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