Gifted
people speak of my gift
for sitting with the dead
I know the disease of the stone
the hot pie made of a swan
how a rose cried
at the sight of my hands
Poemas sobre el tema: hand
Poemas sobre el tema «hand» en Poets.by.
Fast away
like a counterfeit head
blessing no one
or a hand all out of hands
like a devil
who cannot touch
or a god of poverty
spare measle
ticking tin
so ends the old year
Pride goeth
an urge to clap
but not to give a hand
to serve but never to service
like the woods we fell
familiar as any friend
Death grip
the dead hands of conquest
are a field given over to ice
how I fall is my fault
under every commander
how I trust the power
in a common rhyme
how I take occasion
to know the world
In absentia
dead before her death
hands as spare as any in a compass
at her own dark burial
finding nobody
paper looking for paper
a door open to a door
Vulgarian
his mouth rose at noon
a red sad thing
we should be the first to doubt him
lord of nothing
his thick white short hand
like a letter to the void
Investor
in order to put my house in order
now the joy is all
in my issue
money giving me money for my money
like hands of one color
for every god
Rock art
love used to live
in the presence of the river
red handprint
Revision
in the morning a new draft
of the lines in the body
I study hard to understand it
but desire brings many hands
and more than I expected
the letters feast or fast
To have and to hold
a pair of hands
could love very well
all felt and feel
end and band
how her hands ask
always to marry
always to live
and have 20 other things
Self-destructive
what what artifice
taking the moment unobserved
the hand has wherewithal
to kill the whole body
two horses for now and yesterday
were foretold
to unthank tomorrow
and dispose of all next week
Vicarious
I tend to my desire
with pictures of hands
like a tar merchant
greedy for the night