Fellow travelers
my fur is full
of light and harm
part dress
part gossip
telling
the carcass’s business
that idle servant
of my night
Poems on the topic: night
Poems on the topic “night” on Poets.by.
Pre-occupied
busy with my own air
I was almost blind
all day standing
I walk at night in the garden
Logorrhea
my mind trades rest
for more drunk talk
all night not able
to break loose
the plainest words in the world
gather under the bed
I look for one of my own
till my eyes ache
Day and night
I wait
in bed all day
dressed
for burying
come to see me
and sing
sing
to ease my night
Night train
on the night train
we grow into our coach
drink like brothers
sleep like wells of light
walk ’round like lost sheep
far from any houses
read like patriarchs
shod with iron shoes
we fly through the night
cool as a glowworm
Night bird
another hope sinking
into my night bag
every call is strange
that we hear in the dark
another body in pain
over another body
throats that never were people
cry higher
birch and oak burn
and fly at last
Distancing
that sad hat
at the other end of the coach
night train
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
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