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Her majesty’s dog at Kew
with silver plates serving us sand
a gentleman tells me
the meaning of dog
walls secure the night
and call every fox
to take the air
Poemas sobre el tema: fox
Poemas sobre el tema «fox» en Poets.by.
Administrator
papers grow upon my hands
and I am cold as a pear
or a captain of order
exempt from land service
but see how, void of method
the fox is wise at all times
Joy
joy is a swan in the mind
a door open to anything
a psalm against money
the night fox
Outward
weary with myself
I watch the fields
their leased light
the fox at play
Old dog
Settling pleased me
where I was once a petitioner
for my master.
My wife a fox
and I a dog of great families,
I knew myself in Latin—
the best way to bow.
Homily
I am the traveler,
what I drink, I know not—
a fox all night in fear
of being perceived.
No Trespassing
The walls leased
the sight of the place—
a handsome provision.
To see is to kill.
Night came to town
to help the fox.
Default
We let treasure rest—
sun on fish.
We breakfast on trouble,
continue in absence,
say no to fox and fool
and so go knitting: to be.
March
A four-pronged twig tumbled by wind
has left the oddest tracks
in the snow, no two alike.
The fox, by contrast,
has walked more than a mile
in her own, earlier footprints,
leaving a single set
of blurred tracks with toes
pointing in both directions.
Pastoral
The squirrel’s tracks end
in a smudge of blood on the snow,
one tuft of fur
and the long furrow
its dangling tail drew
beside the fox’s footprints.
Alone in the field,
a bulldozer lowers its blade
to a white and heavy harvest.
Rabid
The gray fox sat
and gazed at us like an angel—
one that foamed at the mouth.
I refuse to write
another poem about
the goddamn crows.
Holding a rifle
is like holding an infant,
wary of setting it off.
Fox and You
If you saw the fox,
know the fox saw you first,
and not out of the corner of her
eye.
If your breath caught
when image of a precise
snout, wise eyes, thick bristling
stone-and-cinnamon fur struck
your optic den,
know that’s the sort of guiltless,
guileless reverence the best of
the best Beliefs have in mind.
If she returns
to you, taking a path through dream,
know by dawn she
went back to milk-drugged pups.