Cheating on Death
I go to the wine-house
to know my fear
of losing time
and make an ordinary lay
a mad love.
Poems on the topic: love
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Materialist
My stuff all alone
and calling me,
I went home.
We love one another.
We cannot part.
Travel Song
This morning I will go
to Constantinople
where the woman I love
sells child’s coats.
Last night
I sent for my chest
and put on my black silk for joy.
Muse
This morning I was taken
with a comely woman: not handsome
but a woman of the best language
that ever I heard any
in my life.
I took leave to go to the office
and could not return.
New Stockings
Love is like hose here
on Little Queen Street
to a vain and simple lieutenant
with a mind full of lace.
Seeker
I come among the fallen,
loving for advantage.
A cook hunts
a constant heart.
Lice haunt my coat,
me against me.
The Kiss
What is a kiss?
A pair of silk stockings.
A light blue supper.
A pleasant walk.
A fine pain.
The king’s coming.
A good foundation for Latin.
The absence of I.
Disordered
A lute done in gold, this din
everything out
of order was pleased with:
my discovered love.
Rite
We lie still, she on me—effigies
making a great whispering,
satisfied and soon hushed.
Vice-tested, we sup
in the master bed.
After Trakl
Now the days begin to shorten
and when the candle is going out
the smoke descends
like a mind turned quiet
and we hear love take leave
without speaking…
Hole
a hard turn in
the garden
of love
making a hole
to look into
and the dirt
when my house is
pulled down
the night I see
Epicurean lament
This morning paper
is raw theater—
love in a maze
of strange straits.
A peace made
upon good terms
is news.
Each of us lives
but is ashamed to be,
resolving to see
pleasure fall.
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