Postprandial
After dinner to the garden
to speak a word
into the night.
Poems on the topic: garden
Poems on the topic “garden” on Poets.by.
Schooling
Alone in the garden of little hopes,
I tell the light
to be herrings
and come in good time.
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.
Horticultured
the garden gives me nothing
I am glad
after love or great disorder
in an unknown nest
I could be quiet
Falconer
I put on my gray
riding garb to go up
the garden stairs
and made a hand
with five guns
for the king’s falcon,
who fell asleep
in my head.
Feast day
I put six spoons
of silver in my pocket
and looked for dinner
in the garden and on my plate
till a great butter-woman
filled our bellies
with horses and with dirt.
Slow boat
The men drag
their galley in a gully,
thinking to go to sea,
but give over and row on shore.
It was pleasant to see
with judges on the benches
going all afternoon
in the garden.
Proverbial (3)
I debauch the morning with a pen.
Who needs to think, find a garden.
On my flag: moon and money, our two hips.
Which Garden
Which garden do I have
as my place, which disown?
I took hate
home with me
but found no joy in it—
the many factions, the ire.
Between two houses,
the common sun.
I found my old lack: me.
The Good Life
If that itch my fear would die,
I could have a fine dinner,
put my papers in order,
lie carelessly
with my wife
and walk in the garden.
Khayyamesque
Lord’s day. My Lord preached:
“To whom much is given, of him
much is required.”
I took her to my Lord’s wine garden
where I was exceeding free with her
and she free as me.
The Inward Park
I look for joy and find a garden,
walk in the park endeavoring
to get into the inward park,
carry people over
through the common bed.
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