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Hard times
times hit hard
my sin my dinner
my off-and-on hen
my past
Gedichten over het onderwerp: hen
Gedichten over het onderwerp “hen” op Poets.by.
Accounting
To a hen finch I give an account of the accounts of desire.
Night rain, thunder and lightning. I hear a man in pain.
I write to all places that have no heart.
Palm Tree
The palm is
a navy of
the afternoon,
a sign from Holland,
a temple
to a hen.
Tastes Like Chicken
A great hen, very angry, began
to pull down the dove and the lark,
a pretty dish.
The mouth dropped thirty guns
in a high debate with the sea.
It blew hard. The great fowl’s
mother was put to bed.
Chicken
Be a stranger.
In the afternoon, who cons night?
Let my hen tell me
when the mess paid off.
Let be.
The Hens
The night was coming very fast;
It reached the gate as I ran past.
The pigeons had gone to the tower of the church
And all the hens were on their perch,
Up in the barn, and I thought I heard
A piece of a little purring word.
I stopped inside, waiting and staying,
To try to hear what the hens were saying.
They were asking something, that was plain,
Asking it over and over again.
One of them moved and turned around,
Her feathers made a ruffled sound,
A ruffled sound, like a bushful of birds,
And she said her little asking words.
She pushed her head close into her wing,
But nothing answered anything.