Suchness
Organs play for the moss in the garden,
the great beauty walks to cook:
my Zen.
Poems on the topic: garden
Poems on the topic “garden” on Poets.by.
The Fall
her stark anatomy
in the garden
I look at the ground
a city ordered to be kept shut
the body’s a thing
of bad colors
Beautification
Made myself fine
like a grave in the garden—
my estate which I lease
to wormwood
every night.
Exclusion
The mind is a crowded altar.
I hear the music
of an owl in the garden
mourning the loss of all the notes.
Wage
Work is a great garden of money
which will come up
in the chest, a place
with no water or land
where I glut myself on fear.
An ordinary garden demands joy
like a cook committed to folly,
but not money, which is such
a perfect version of death.
It needs to keep increasing,
the whole good night
full of miracle.
Seizure
having a fit in the garden
my whole mind against
one stone
a rabbit at the fire
Hole
a hard turn in
the garden
of love
making a hole
to look into
and the dirt
when my house is
pulled down
the night I see
Husbandry
Water comes
to my garden
in the finest coat
laced with rich lace.
And on the night of the fire,
all the doors in the street
dancing with light…
The world is an old wife
not seen since the wedding.
We turn a country into a cot
and not a bed.
Puberty
A child overtaken by change
endures her sickness
in the garden,
tells me
the navy may land there,
for pen and ink have begun
to do business.
Preprandial
the table laid
for supper in the garden—
calling his name
Owl
an owl calling
in the garden
I go out and vomit
Pillow talk
Talking in bed
about our frugal life.
What I would do
if I were a knight:
keep hope
we live to save
something from time,
go out alone to the garden
and see East India—
which we are to meet
tomorrow
in bed.
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