Dark thoughts
night looking over my paper
we meet on both sides
Poemas sobre el tema: paper
Poemas sobre el tema «paper» en Poets.by.
Geomancy
I speak with the land,
which seems to be wise
and say little, though things change—
ore to money, money to profit,
the afternoon to paper.
Guest worker
My papers find me
in my own house.
I show my papers
like an old bound foot.
The enemy of the good
Old papers trouble me,
like some high country
where all are peaceable
but against us. I draw
things as they are, glad
that my mind is troubled.
News junkie
Morning papers exchange discontent
for a great store of tattle
and God knows what—
a mad theater.
Think of the trouble we go through
to see what will remain
of all our expectations.
Paper trouble
A paper on trouble
troubled us: our trouble
is a paper trouble,
I paper my wits with trouble
because I would not
have trouble.
Sitting on the dock of the bay
Early in the morning,
the sea’s grammar
and diction please me,
exceeding all joy.
I weary of company.
The papers thin.
Selective Memory
This morning at home, looking over
the remains of our past:
where did I patch the house,
where did I paper?
Grayscale
White and black:
day buried night
in birch paper.
A Zen monk.
Any hat.
Scrivener
A clerk’s place:
I raise an ox of paper
off my writing.
Cabbage Mind
O infinity of papers, give a piece of me
to the surgeon, to soldiers, to the town
where I seem a dull heavy man.
I had a mind to some cabbage,
I sent for some and had it.
A strange thing how I am
already in the book
of rain and night.
Scissor, paper
we call one another mad
like singing scissors
troubled by a committee of papers
and their mode of mad talk