With/in
Fitting:
house to sin,
home to night.
Emptied.
Poems on the topic: house
Poems on the topic “house” on Poets.by.
Bohemian life
I paint for pay
and stay to dinner,
my house a mess.
Dress me in white
and I turn very ill.
Ocean view
To paint the sea is to see
the mad lover,
not the house where we
at last bid good night.
Guest worker
My papers find me
in my own house.
I show my papers
like an old bound foot.
Lycanthrope
A bed in
my mind,
a hat on the house:
I fear a good sleep.
It goes to take
possession and
to sup.
Piscine
In the old snow, a fin,
a life-like fish.
I am my papers, like a house
where there was but
one supper.
Mariner
The road called me,
a dog followed me,
but trouble came to my house.
Tomorrow I am to wait upon the sea.
Enigma
Is the city a thing—
one house, a chest
of drawers—
or a singing master,
singing to the office
and the home?
Provision
He drank his business.
I left him
my poor housekeeping,
my scar of purple,
my purse—I promise—
and my house all night.
Missing
Where is my absence?
My house is virginal;
I could not stay with myself.
Cold water went home to ice
and wind to a rose bed.
Enclosure
The contrivance
of the door—square
and blind—and behind
the door the air
of office or lodgings
take a view of desire
and turn it into order,
which is so bitter
a house.
House of the Rising Sun
Morning is a clear house,
afternoon a wardrobe.
At supper, I looked over
what I took to be Susan,
but it proved to be me.
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