Exigencies
time is too great
to make use of
hived in glass
you may be making honey
not love
a beautiful woman
cut off her own breast
out of convenience
Poems on the topic: glass
Poems on the topic “glass” on Poets.by.
Birthday boy
infirm as a child born yesterday
I am vexed to see myself
in my glass of wine
red and old
The fall of winter
water where ice
is the expected fur
I fear winter
will be undone
the great glass maker
will not deliver us
the company will profit
big with child
but a bear will get thin
in his amber house
Vanity
I half live
in the looking glass
fair as sand
I turn to follow the light
that mad thing
having met my corpse
Unredeemable
long sad stories
live in the country
they might hit the glass
on the wings of bird
poor creatures without
any art or prayer
Prophesy
some far ripple shall decay
so much every day
and make an end of us
rarefy the very body of glass
bolt head cold
as an old castle
a land without reason
shall prevail
Transpiration
all night long
the fiery rose sweating
in a glass
Dregs
yesterday my head
was lighter than my glass
in which I discover a mite
perfect as an angry letter
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
Anthropocene
We monkeys dance
with little globes of glass,
get and forget, our getting
a fatal fever.
Joinery
The master joiner agreed about
the many pretty pleasures
in a glass house.
Since he was married to drink,
we parted, I home
to my paper bed.
Daughter
My mother
buried her child
that she brought
to the temple
and there
I find myself,
though I am
wholly glass.
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