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Undertaking
shoes blacked for the grave
his white gloves going
up and down
but how the dead have us ready
to love a day’s work
Poems on the topic: glove
Poems on the topic “glove” on Poets.by.
Beachcomber
morning like a counterfeit bill
but the sea is the sea
a dozen white gloves go quiet
playing at cards
I walk a while
attending the talk of water
Invalid
in the morning of my disease
I itch and pimple
sickness came for me in a pair
of plain white gloves
Handy
Drunk, I home in
on her fine gloves:
a church I give
a sermon to
while I sup.
Double take
O my fat snow,
turn my great neglect to joy.
I have seen that I did not see
the home I made and the home I sat in,
a pair of gloves and a pair of stockings,
an art, her gift…
Stripes
Policeman in front of a bank 3 A.M. . . . lonely.
Policeman State and Madison . . . high noon . . .
mobs . . . cars . . . parcels . . . lonely.
Woman in suburbs . . . keeping night watch on a
sleeping typhoid patient . . . only a clock to talk
to ... lonesome.
Woman selling gloves ... bargain day department
store . . . furious crazy-work of many hands
slipping in and out of gloves . . . lonesome.
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