Landmark
lost
all morning in a marsh
the tower with us
Poems on the topic: morning
Poems on the topic “morning” on Poets.by.
Smitten
the morning road
where she alights
and I who never loved
my heart a heavy shoe
cannot understand a purse
which is little yet mighty
In the bleak midwinter
Morning is a present
I did not receive.
I chose a pair
of candlesticks, made
a well in the night,
and so was rid
of another Christmas.
Psalm 19:2
Night showed morning
as in a theater
the still of the void,
which she had let drop
into me.
Instant nostalgia
This morning was green and gilt.
Hands this morning were art.
This night, late to make up my accounts, I sigh for it.
Exegesis
morning ford—
as you read the water
so read the bed
A mind of winter is a terrible thing to waste
A morning with fine,
clear frost.
Winter makes us fear,
drink, bet,
sin better and spend
time lost.
Mandala
ordinary morning
the sand painter begins
to study time
Morning after
morning frost
pain in my bladder and the drawn
face of my wife
Marrow
morning rain
only a dish of marrow bones
left in the world
Matins
A morning where
I talk about death
though I do not believe
in mourning, grown
so old that I am ashamed
to be in the picture.
And she showed us
her cabinet where she had
very pretty prayers.
Time capsule
Morning and the road
get me to write letters—
an urn for the last days.
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