Black dog
rain on the almanac
which I understand as a doubtful sign
wet ink
like a rain-drawn dog
a dog that did not answer
to the name melancholy
Poems on the topic: ink
Poems on the topic “ink” on Poets.by.
Besieged
time and fear devour us
which God is glad now
to play at cards
like a night made of paper
I bled ink
Driven
I rule with red ink
sum with orthodox hands
dinner after dinner
at the office late
if we play we lose
too much time
Doctrine of signatures
ink is the first
forced temple
I sign and seal an agreement
nothing is as personal as handwriting
I make the state a copy
with great seeming art
Unwinding
day long as a sermon
or a letter in clear ink
so tomorrow might not appear
where we drink
Mole people
the life of a mole
this crowding and waiting
where light is dull
and we take
pleasure in ink
Reporter
Back home to
a heap of cards,
ink and pen my supper
and good night.
Clerking for Death
Clerks go to burial
like any other full
or ill business.
We talk gravely,
eat ink and point.
War correspondent
War is a dizziness,
desire is business.
My ink will be water
till night.
Economy
In the red, I eat as little as I can
of old candle.
See how they come to double
the price of things.
I am troubled
with a secret dispute:
who I will marry
and in which ink.
Man with a Bag
Night came at noon
in a bag that I took
home with me—
late night, but the horses
could not carry us
farther than a light ink.
Terrorists under the bed
bed like a state
with no land but the ink
of a great loss
all the clerks in a closet
and the much-cried green dragon
just under this very line
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