Earful
I wake in a field
one ear to the ground
itching
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Outward
weary with myself
I watch the fields
their leased light
the fox at play
Taking the field
with nothing else
we give the general a field
for the soldiers to lie in
like played cards
Living it up
Forgive me the sins of ancestors
good for a rare walk, in pleasant discourse
going by us in the field,
who we often see together
in street and in house
or lately come back again
from being hanged and buried.
Flood
Water over
the fields—a rank maze.
We found after great patience
in the water, a costly catch:
ling and wonder.
War correspondence
I found a war
every morning,
a falling out, a field
men killed
friends and brothers for,
stopped like a seal
in a well.
On retreat
Serpents in waste places
feed on larks, they say.
Fiddlers go up
and down the fields
in my mind. How to put
things to order in
this prison for ill words?
I shall scour it.
Naturalist
In my cold boots
I come to a field
and a vineyard
and a garden:
no flowers.
Back to the fen
in which I found
all things.
Farmer (2)
We put in the ground
our business, our absence, ourselves—
nothing but light
in the evening fields.
Farmer
Home and barn in the evening.
I walk the fields, now all in dirt—
a magnificent supper.
Busy
All morning
in a mad heat—
mist on the fields.
Homesteader
This morning, I would turn
like a bear into the country
and go over the water and over
the fields to home.