Insider
doors, forgive me
for having a house
who likes to need
such a common evil
for quiet or content in the rain
a rain that tends to sing well
and eat nothing at all
Poesie sull''argomento: house
Poesie sull''argomento «house» su Poets.by.
Mind over matter
I live hard in a little house
so smoky that it was troublesome
till they put out the fire
in my book of tales
the poor live with great content
out of mind
Seaside cottage
time to visit but no talk in us
and the land becomes like company
her house on the sand will make
little use of it
Quiet house
a long call
and the sudden nothing after
alone in bed
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
Blackbird
the carpenter sent me a blackbird
to whistle in the house
so pleasant to hear
nightingales sing out back
and I hear the poor thing shuffling
to riff on a life sentence
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
Spillage
from my house
overflow of talk
the land at night
On the eve of travel
my house clean
from top to bottom
but my mind disordered
about my going
I shall visit other lights
which now every day grow less
Gated community
Give me light
and a hat to dispose of it.
What neat houses
all the yards have!
As a pretty hand has
a pretty rope.
Heartless
Foul water in my house—
a ship on a fen.
I force the doctor to fetch
for his salary
my heart.
Wolf from the door
We pay the wolf
with a fine house
in heaven.
Save me from nature—
not a sister
but a servant.
All night it drums
in our ears.