Mind over matter
I live hard in a little house
so smoky that it was troublesome
till they put out the fire
in my book of tales
the poor live with great content
out of mind
Poèmes sur le thème : fire
Poèmes sur le thème « fire » sur Poets.by.
Crusaders
business is a holy urge
no thought or weakness
our guns went all off
and from church to church
bonfires made of prayer
Creature
wrought in bed
I continue working
a fire in the wind
a used tool
Looking back
night calls me to myself
an earful of old pain
two loves have I
and only one pocket
arson is a pretty house
with ingenious chemistry
100% post-consumer
make me a head
that will let me see where I am
out of books and hope
use a history of arson
to turn me to ash
Getting away from it all
on a wet cold day in the country
the poor appear far
I distrust nature
but not her miscarriages
living in the world
like a drawing of a tongue at a bonfire
Surveillance society
a glass fire
in my glass house
they build the whole
town in glass
who appointed them
to see and to find us
the body a flame
self provoking self
Owls and rabbits
owls of six o’clock doubt
carry me home
whither come my rabbits
good fire good charcoal good night
Forest fire
an unexpected mouth
fire comes to eat the bark and takes all
with the greatest meekness
and is as thin as ever
after supper
Gallery opening
a congregation
at the gallery
we eat and differ in our opinion
hands like seeing fires
some talk in which I smell
doubt and fear
Skid Row
Wine and a barrel fire—
talking all afternoon
of bad wives.
Courtship
Wine and wormwood,
we two who
are ever wooing—
picture and price,
water and fire,
book and song,
heaven and bed.