Too rich
O plate O my wrong spoon
I cannot eat as we used to
the evils I order for dinner
the ice and the gin
less and less able to bear it
though it be light I served up
Poems on the topic: ice
Poems on the topic “ice” on Poets.by.
Blear
ice like a trap
for the moon
my left eye
troubled with rheum
Eating the rich
high and strange we eat
the most perplexed sugars
such as white light or road provisions
a new version of coffee
or this gold edge of the ice
where others suffer
Outlook
work shall make work
a dog after a deer
blue as ice
the globe ages
through eight governments
in the death-bed dream
of a hangman
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
Winter harbor
ice busy with light
freights the yachts
my wild joy at this
other life
Matched
my ice and her passion
her stairs and my back
wed like a pair of dice
her home a lesson in light
my mind heavy with arithmetic
Landscape gardener
I cannot make natural
as if I rain
my head full of stepping thin
compasses of ice
Killjoy
I am a missing man
a captain without a voyage
I oppose wonder so old a hush
and offer to fell all the winter’s timber
declaring my need for ice
and wind and pain
Above the river
thoughts wear off
light as thin ice
give no account how matters
stand in the world
how other minds
would loiter on a bridge
Alternate histories
we might have grown
white and thin as rope
over and over the ground
and had other bodies
a secret to be hid
but not under the house
not in the light of
a would-be moon
ships of ice
guns without bullet to grieve
The coming storm
the soul of suspicion
about all this quiet
they should employ me
at a company of questions
a man well spoken
for a dead man
falling and coming to lie
like brisk ice in the discourse of air
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