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
Poems on the topic: night
Poems on the topic “night” on Poets.by.
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
Oblivious
what harm might come from joy
God knows
how little fit we are for it
night comes into the garden
as it ought to
raw as all life
and we discourse of our own tricks
talking and laughing
at the folly of some neighbor
Compline
called by bell
I ring within
how infinitely naked is an ear
to the night
Imponderable
the settling of night into a hole
or a fly onto its supper
the same as asking a question
in a prayer
No exit
the night is a garden
in her perfect fear of us
who rave that everything must break
while government continues
what will become of doing business
with so busy a rust
First fiction
We were alone
in the darkness
on the top deck
of the ferry
coming back
from Shikoku,
the two
of us wrapped
in a single windbreaker,
me thinking
about the ex-governor
who had sailed
a thousand
years before
into this same
headwind,
Wolf at the door
against the whole table
a tooth of night
pointed at any
glut of mirth
Guises
no time to change
my companion and I undress
into the night between walls
into a young kiss and an answer
into kindness
into a variety of occasions
that I have not made with myself
Dispossession
if talking is thinking
an afternoon doing business
must cure the quiet possession
of some undiscovered prize
and we shall get free money
calling the poor to be ready
for our coming night
Song of decay
dead before we die
the decay sweet as nightlife
singing without sleep
in the mutinous body
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