Suchness
Organs play for the moss in the garden,
the great beauty walks to cook:
my Zen.
Poems on the topic: music
Poems on the topic “music” on Poets.by.
Sick
This morning, a whore; this afternoon, music.
I was sick in the evening.
At night, while my lord was at supper, I went
to bed, to bed, to bed.
The Radish Gospel
A breakfast of radishes:
the happiest act of oblivion
in the Church of No.
I disclaim any other government but fire
and in the body, joy.
No money or credit, I spend time, play music.
I came to bring this news
and a bottle of wine.
Paradoxen
I had in my cabin
that dun cow, paradox:
that the sea was good at ninepins.
That we hear for our instruments—
locks singing to the blacksmith.
Disordered
A lute done in gold, this din
everything out
of order was pleased with:
my discovered love.
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.
Disproportionate
how little a gun
to have come for music and dancing
so pettish a servant
to answer to
Modern Times
times pass
only for show
in this wonder-starved country
among levers and puppets
their music is one gear peaking
cruel and high
Sad party
playing at cards
I am forced to deal
the difference between a friend
and a whore
I hear some symphony
of his own making
perform my part
and part
Exclusion
The mind is a crowded altar.
I hear the music
of an owl in the garden
mourning the loss of all the notes.
Contingency
I write my life.
If my letters die before I do,
I may make use
of the lax music
in my bed.
Refresh
O the rot
where we invite
use and ease.
We part
after music in
a one-night bed.
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