Lesson in humility
After music,
the painter at last
is like an honest shadow
angry to hear of night.
Poems on the topic: night
Poems on the topic “night” on Poets.by.
Night shift
a night to write letters
I hear the wind change, stop
and beat again
Dead letter
After several walks
up and down, I met
with the dead.
Night is now too sudden—
an old hole.
What news of death?
They hear nothing at all,
believing that a house on fire
is home to music.
Out in the sticks
so far from town
singing
till almost 12:00 at night
Gambler’s wife
her nose in sleep
is young again
late-night cards
Stille Nacht
Christmas tomorrow
the old light of a star
on the bed
Night walk
tavern talk
full of awful things
the street home
Camping
night desert
I hear discreet things
out in the sand
Ocean view
To paint the sea is to see
the mad lover,
not the house where we
at last bid good night.
Taiji
Within the dolphin,
a great lost music
given to the night.
And the fountain—
so pretty a red.
The end of history
Noon came
by appointment
after the war
and stayed till late.
I see what it is:
another night.
Outbreak
where is
a mouth for us
who is fleet in
the afternoon
and at night who
is fallen sick
of this new ague
and fever
who continues
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