Bequest
Give the day my made-up noon;
give dinner to the sun.
Give the apothecary
the use of the sea
and the sea, my velvet coat.
Poems on the topic: noon
Poems on the topic “noon” on Poets.by.
Time Lapse
This morning, all things
talk to me.
I get one inch
in the coach to white noon
where the famous asters
pay the sea two days.
Wired
noon street
the many pretty discourses
in public
Ennui (2)
I lie till noon
and dine till nine at night
examining the miscarriage
of satisfaction
Physics
solve for y
what ground comes
to matter
I will learn
the multiplication
of noon
instruct me
in the nature of the nature
that we fell from
so obscure
that x
like an old bass viol
Twelve
When first we came
to the Country Fair,
strange players wove
their spell round us
in lazing noon:
no one thought
the day should ever
end. Had we all
turned into crows,
would we have been
surprised?
Talking Water
If you will poise your forefoot in my pool,
I will not loose a ripple, Beautiful.
Crackle the fern-stems, arch aloft and stare,
See ! there's no fright for you, anywhere.
A leaf shall not lift, nor a shade shake
You and your shy love away from my lake.
I know the noon is ablaze for you,
This gaunt forest, a maze for you :
Kneel near this drop of water on stone,
No one comes plunging. You are alone.
To-day I am opal, tinged with blue,
My color deepens with the glassy heat,
And I listen for hoofs. Am I timid, too?
Noon is my enemy ! Thrust in your feet !
Trample this silver, trample this sand,
I will not startle you, Little One ; stand
Noon Hour
She sits in the dust at the walls
And makes cigars,
Bending at the bench
With fingers wage-anxious,
Changing her sweat for the day's pay.
Now the noon hour has come.
And she leans with her bare arms
On the window-sill over the river,
Leans and feels at her throat
Cool-moving things out of the free open ways
At her throat and eyes and nostrils
The touch and the blowing cool
Of great free ways beyond the walls.
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