Poems on the topic: night

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Dave Bonta

Sartoriology

in my new suit turn and return with my old lace hands to the river sure as night

Dave Bonta

my head aching with too much night I hear nothing but owl meet with nothing but wild stone and woods

Dave Bonta

go with me stay with me keep me from the ice night and the river gun for our hearts

Dave Bonta

I mar my day with discourse busy as a night ear

Dave Bonta

with its yellow bird’s eye the old garden reading the book of night

Dave Bonta

up in the all- day night the upper- weary bed

Dave Bonta

busy morning at home in the almost midnight ear

Dave Bonta

ravens hang out in dead hope of an ox full of news and folly which will keep them all winter full of midnight settling into a bed thin as a purse

Dave Bonta

a death made of dirt and prison stone made from hour to hour till it was midnight made drunk made of work like a heavy-headed ox whole but odd

Dave Bonta

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

Dave Bonta

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

Dave Bonta

entering my book where to be gone to who among others to love in their poor varnish how to see at night

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