Poems on the topic: noon

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Prospero

my only work is to look to look after the tide serving a sea I keep the noon till night I let be

Dave Bonta

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

Dave Bonta

noon like a hard note sealed up in her soul ear sore with the news beating in

Dave Bonta

I grow cold while all the world is ready to melt away noon cruel as the most troublesome god what life I have in my hands is a cold drink

Dave Bonta

my stockings walk to white noon cover the world with a hired ground useful things to air like a cheap bed

Dave Bonta

at green noon how not to try the first pear

Dave Bonta

who knows how to begin through the garden ringing and pretty New Year’s is of use to whom a new invention a noon at night

Dave Bonta

in the heart of noon making up my accounts God may be little better than bread

Dave Bonta

alone in the noon heat I have a look at my testicle

Dave Bonta

at noon an execution the rain on my hat all the way home

Dave Bonta

Noon came by appointment after the war and stayed till late. I see what it is: another night.

Dave Bonta

Noon, do things to my mind. Fit my chamber. Night comes with coke and dismay, without a beginning, so reflect upon me though I don a lead hat.

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