Born-again naturalists
we are not ourselves
in a field
but taken prisoner we find
a green page to retreat to
touching an abstract ground
like oaks engaged
with the night
Poems on the topic: night
Poems on the topic “night” on Poets.by.
Her majesty’s dog at Kew
with silver plates serving us sand
a gentleman tells me
the meaning of dog
walls secure the night
and call every fox
to take the air
Bookwormhole
entering my book
where to be gone to
who among others to love
in their poor varnish
how to see at night
Outside influence
I walk to think
to see clear on foot
night fitting
a paper multitude
no mine back home
where I might have gone
Prospero
my only work is to look
to look after
the tide
serving a sea I keep
the noon till night
I let be
Indecision
off on and off again
an outfit for view at night
On the shore
wind music
in a house by the water
night coming on
Perplexed
could I understand
what I could not stand
forced to go to bed and give
the night a night
to master my mind
unfounded as a country
made for war
Bon vivant
night is a welcome wine
and a great carcass
I go home to supper
red as a bee
Circadian
noon with a white horse and house of plague
here I am
the more I know the more I notice
till twelve at night
having turned
into myself
Wolf among dogs
where everybody is snarling I howl
long and pretty
then go down a hole till dark
where the clock is full forward
my day is quiet and backward
Immanent
I am in all my books
and I am the same as the ague
knocking at my flesh
I am every interrupted part
coming at night to join
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