Blood moon
A field in which
the king ate an owl—
old, amber.
Night bled,
no better lodging.
Poems on the topic: moon
Poems on the topic “moon” on Poets.by.
Pentecostal
By the light of the moon,
my little candle is a stranger.
The pretty woman speaks Latin
and I love her books
by an inch of candle,
see the images burn
in the sovereign, singing tongue.
Proverbial (3)
I debauch the morning with a pen.
Who needs to think, find a garden.
On my flag: moon and money, our two hips.
Marooned
A pint of wine
but no wife—
like a moth under
some high moon.
Nothingness
Nothing but water and the half moon.
Give us wine
and anchovies
and many strange evasions
to life and bed.
Hope and Doubt
I dine with hope and doubt
in a coat of velvet.
Half moon, half dark,
we sing bass and treble.
Solar Flair
The upholsterer came
to take furniture for the sun:
a half moon, the king’s worn door
and a silk clock.
In the Hague (tanka)
Two pretty ladies
kiss the two blades with them.
I drop my rapier.
We walk up and down the town.
In every door, the moon.
How to Live
A quaint command:
think of kindness, thank for kindness.
After supper, good music and bed.
Strew the streets with herbs for joy of going.
Never pray for happiness as long as the sun
and moon endure.
Under Sail
This desire to be here
or to be there: all day
under sail, the money in
my hands, the fine moon
walking upon the sea…
Music of the spheres
I book a passage in
a woman’s belly to
the moon. We hear
music through the ceiling,
stories of comedies,
the names of the hanged.
Oversight
sand castle
a fine moon but no windows
to have it
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