Distancing
that sad hat
at the other end of the coach
night train
Poems on the topic: night
Poems on the topic “night” on Poets.by.
Living in the moment
the Lord is as strange
as the devil
and me
I am a happy man
I play
till night in the garden
and every minute
expect to die
Black is the color
how lightly a kiss speaks
no word but ourselves
like the ink of night lost
in her mourning gown
Night riders
where a poor man put off
his traveling clothes
in what tree
was the body hung
last night
so very still
Homilist
the great fire says
we are a people made for destruction
an excrescence of the earth
I find it a dull sermon
and go home to a cold little house
full of night
Benighted
night pretty as a burnt church
beyond all oratory
preaches like Ecclesiastes
the days of darkness shall be many
all that cometh is vanity
and I take water
and a bitter little sin to bed
The war on darkness
up and to war
under a god of business
man’s hands stay the night
our common nuisance
Quietism
I found a sort of trick
never to love a fallen flag
ignoble but
I can live in the world
with my God stick
my heart of private night
and my old rupture
Onward and upward
the garden grows every
day another
ladder into night
I come up hungry
to begin
to be
Lynx rufus
Woken by thirst & a hot gaze
from the mouth of the shelter: sun,
or mother dangling some new,
wet chew-toy for her grown kitten?
The dream visions slink
back behind the rocks, where
it’s always night. Yellow eye,
help me look for a drink under
these shelves of angled light.
Water has no scent of its own.
After dark, it’s simple to track it
by its purr: every large ravine
has a throat, a pulsing vein.
Its surface trembles, the loveliest of pelts.
But sometimes too there’s water
on top of the mountain,
Lepidopterist
I wait like a guitar
for the sacrament of an ear
nobody can tell
the truth of a moth
lost in the busy night
Cloistered
where I shut myself in
the night lay open
that impossible hand
I read and read and read
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