Writing process
I set out in the morning
on a journey without any words
to a half acre of land where
I always have been.
Poems on the topic: morning
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Right then
Cool morning.
Crystal-clear air carries
a whiff of sewage.
Indigo bunting,
yellow warbler trade songs –
same syllable count.
Chilly morning.
A chipmunk stops to scold
in a patch of sunlight.
One drums, the other yammers:
the pileateds agree
to disagree.
When the sun clears the top
of the tall maple
I’ll go get breakfast.
Slugabed
Morning is now my night.
I saw rest I never saw before,
the bed I call Nurse,
and I lease the room.
Busy
All morning
in a mad heat—
mist on the fields.
What news
Morning air pleases me,
and water at night.
I am out of dirt and trouble
now that I am become negligent
as to matters of news.
Ask another.
House of the Rising Sun
Morning is a clear house,
afternoon a wardrobe.
At supper, I looked over
what I took to be Susan,
but it proved to be me.
Steerage
Early to walk
up and down the ship—
here with nothing but the most
epicure-like going.
Sitting on the dock of the bay
Early in the morning,
the sea’s grammar
and diction please me,
exceeding all joy.
I weary of company.
The papers thin.
Waterbound
Morning came in a white wig,
a country of rain
fallen late and high.
Clarity
ice all morning
making a clear world
Present
Are we present? I give
my wife this morning
mourning things
in the cellar
of the cellar
of today.
Defogging
Agog at the morning mist,
I met the sun at the gate
where a barber trimmed me.
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