Consultant
At noon the captain
would have her teach
the mathematics of evening—
the red land, the coursing water,
a moth in clear daylight
rising early.
Poems on the topic: land
Poems on the topic “land” on Poets.by.
Proverbial (10)
All self-things change.
To see and be seen
is to be taken prisoner.
The land would not answer the world.
Take no ice for ungrateful pains.
Shifting ground
however I sign and swear
word by word what have I not altered
from one private doubt I descend
to a private land
and buy a pig like a physician
feeling her pulse
Unseen
Like the lands I will never see
The books I will never read
The minds I will never learn.
If only one could be everywhere!
If only one could see them all!
I could’ve loved more –
And, in return, be loved –
Just a little!
To Bob
WE HAVE LOST THE LAND
OR
HAVE BECOME SEPARATED
FROM OURSELVES
AS GRASS PULLED FROM
ITS SHAFT
WE STAND WITH NO MEANING
IN SPACES
THE OPENED GROUND IS AS
STRANGE AS THE OPENINGS
BETWEEN OUR FINGERS.
* * *
One third of the earth's surface
covered by land.
What goes and stays.
How does it look now.
A New Song about the Sea
From Amberley to Storrington,
From Storrington to Amberley,
From Amberley to Washington
You cannot see or smell the sea.
But why the devil should you wish
To see the home of silly fish ?
Since I prefer the earth and air,
The fish may wallow in the sea
And live the life that they prefer,
If they will leave the land to me,
So wish for each what he may wish,
The earth for me, the sea for fish.
Felix Schmidt
It was only a little house of two rooms—
Almost like a child’s play-house—
With scarce five acres of ground around it;
And I had so many children to feed
And school and clothe, and a wife who was sick
From bearing children.
One day lawyer Whitney came along
And proved to me that Christian Dallman,
Who owned three thousand acres of land,
Had bought the eighty that adjoined me
In eighteen hundred and seventy-one
For eleven dollars, at a sale for taxes,
While my father lay in his mortal illness.
So the quarrel arose and I went to law.
But when we came to the proof,
A survey of the land showed clear as day
Flat Lands
Flat lands on the end of town where real estate men
are crying new subdivisions,
The sunsets pour blood and fire over you hundreds and
hundreds of nights, flat lands — blood and fire of
sunsets thousands of years have been pouring over
you.
And the stars follow the sunsets. One gold star. A
shower of blue stars. Blurs of white and gray stars.
Vast marching processions of stars arching over you
flat lands where frogs sob this April night.
" Lots for Sale — Easy Terms " run letters painted on a
board — and the stars wheel onward, the frogs sob
this April night.
Bird-song and Wire
The Rocky Mountain blue-bird
Is a point of blue fire ;
The meadow-lark
Sings above the hum
Of the telephone wire.
Straight and gaunt
The poles stand;
They walk stiffly
Over a thousand leagues
Of rough land.
Adventure
Sun and wind and beat of sea,
Great lands stretching endlessly. . . .
Where be bonds to bind the free?
All the world was made for me!
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