After reading
all the books
continuing in me
other matters colors pains
are my own
and near
Poèmes sur le thème : pain
Poèmes sur le thème « pain » sur Poets.by.
Iritis
day and my eye
ill still
pain plain as
an ember in amber
Emotion vs. insight
a red rave is good
seeming to be an art
to ice all pain
but ink comes only
from the night
Old, blue
old and in pain
I would bring my heart
ugly as the mother of a wound
to you
like the sea alone with a captain
in the middle of a sound sleep
Gunman
this gun is afraid
of trouble and pain
my bad temper
reading and art
the company of a rose
I talk with it in a whole lexicon of blood
Masochist
I believe in pain
a rose of stone in the lower back
I break an oar
in I know not what
great water
Theodicy
a black mist of pain
more than most believe
church after church seems
to hate me
Resting place
her grave lost in the garden
has been a serviceable friend
a false teaching which eases pain
water in my eyes
Marl
road lost in a field
lost in marl
a wound is my cure for anything
though it may ooze now and then
out with a tooth
having been in pain all day
I am raw
and old as the earth
Stranded
with my heart of a captain
pain is freight I have set down
at noon to the wood
a tract of masts
and the hard land like a merchant
without any receipt
In extremis
pain coming
a drowned light in the sand
white pain comes to me as lace
and I am itself
the cast of a person
I never saw before
Shooter
a boy and a gun
his kept rose
the afternoon arithmetic
is subtraction and division
I pray to have
some pain begin with me