Housekeeper
she has fish on the table
and little time to little purpose
taking little notice
of the little green yard
and the night like any money
will call things into question
and everywhere the people
being forced to sell their ills
Poems on the topic: fish
Poems on the topic “fish” on Poets.by.
Bird of prey
a falcon where we fish
simple as a master
I do not believe but must believe
in the supple art of folly
to see with an ear
to eat my own
Flood
Water over
the fields—a rank maze.
We found after great patience
in the water, a costly catch:
ling and wonder.
The starving artist throws a party
With my paint I make a tavern,
fish, a dinner.
And fine company:
wine together with wine,
my head troubled with my head,
aching all night.
At the Hoop Tavern
I went to dinner with
the king’s fishmonger,
who eats no sort of fish
and sent for a tongue.
The ugly bride was busy
at cards. The lute came
to live with me as a servant.
Omen
Feathers in fish invite awe—
a sign that the king cannot see.
We sing, my wife and I.
We put my books and her books to bed.
Shore leave
A port to drink in.
The fish left my head
and hands to
their sea of mischief.
Piscine
In the old snow, a fin,
a life-like fish.
I am my papers, like a house
where there was but
one supper.
Proverbial (6)
Char a bass and be glad.
The pater noster yesterday; war today.
Vexed to eat, vexed to be.
Compleat angler
I give my fish
to a pretty woman
and lay my head in the water—
which spoiled it.
I am sorry that I am not at London
to hide among the ants.
Seasick
Done with captain and lighthouse,
I am a hook.
I once knew a fish, a scholar
at the pint, who gave out “fen”
as a home for fear
of the power of the sea.
Resonant
My body gives me joy,
as if I were a swan or a fish.
A song or two
in my chamber in the dark,
now that the bed is out,
sound very well.
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