Invitation to the mouth
To dinner, my mouth,
to dinner I sell my mouth
(and a little supper),
to dinner, come,
live for the honor
of the open mouth!
Poems on the topic: mouth
Poems on the topic “mouth” on Poets.by.
Quick lay for John Donne
a mouth can die
for want of mirth
and the skin for want
of a mouth to read it
coming together in
a merry lay
Nipple
Mouthpiece
for the body’s instrument.
Its silence is another language.
Mountain peak.
It makes its own
wet weather.
Mouse-pink
& sensitive as a newborn
through old age.
Missed bit
of a continent submerged
in the unconscious.
Mouthpiece.
The scuba diver
can’t speak.
Love Poem
comb fragility from your hair
as your white steel breasts break the contours
of silvered glass/
Let your mouth move me over rooftops of raininfinitely,
tongue of rose/
nail me
to a cross of down/
Prayer
Will you not squeeze
the thumb
of my hand
bite it
and watch
my eyes
at the same time
and
my mouth
please enter
my mouth
please enter
anywhere
you fit in
* * *
i open
the
door to
spit
a mockery
in
that space
my
mouth is
dry.
East-Side: New York
An old Jew munches an apple,
With conquering immersion
All the thwarted longings of his life
Urge on his determined teeth.
His face is hard and pear-shaped;
His eyes are muddy capitulations;
But his mouth is incongruous.
Softly, slightly distended,
Like that of a whistling girl,
It is ingenuously haunting
And makes the rest of him a soiled, grey background.
Hopes that lie within their grave
Of submissive sternness,
Have spilled their troubled ghosts upon this mouth,
And a tortured belief
Has dwindled into tenderness upon it....
Robin Red Breast
Little Robin red breast,
I hear you sing your song.
I would love to have you put it into my little cage,
Into my little mouth.
Charles Carville's Eyes
A melancholy face Charles Carville had,
But not so melancholy as it seemed, --
When once you knew him, -- for his mouth redeemed
His insufficient eyes, forever sad:
In them there was no life-glimpse, good or bad, --
Nor joy nor passion in them ever gleamed;
His mouth was all of him that ever beamed,
His eyes were sorry, but his mouth was glad.
He never was a fellow that said much,
And half of what he did say was not heard
By many of us: we were out of touch
With all his whims and all his theories
Till he was dead, so those blank eyes of his
Might speak them. Then we heard them, every word.
Gargoyle
I SAW a mouth jeering. A smile of melted red iron ran
over it. Its laugh was full of nails rattling. It
was a child's dream of a mouth.
A fist hit the mouth : knuckles of gun-metal driven by an
electric wrist and shoulder. It was a child's dream
of an arm.
The fist hit the mouth over and over, again and again.
The mouth bled melted iron, and laughed its laughter
of nails rattling.
And I saw the more the fist pounded the more the mouth
laughed. The fist is pounding and pounding, and
the mouth answering.
A Boy's Mouth
His lips are open, since his mind
Delights in work his fingers find.
In that red arch I see a gate.
Where gracious Loves might pass in state.
Sure his white body were fit habitation
For a whole fairy population.
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