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Anti-oulipo
chance was my pen
an egg my clock
Wiersze na temat: pen
Wiersze na temat „pen” na Poets.by.
Devout
I am all alone with her letters
in the evening
her old talk upon every object
dead letters that call to my pen
so close
Following orders
the pen sat hiring ships to go to war
in a pretty hand
and is now very discrete
more than me
I am among other things a man
that history missed
my victory over doubt
was killed and taken
Close call
too much dull freight
will make people think like horses
I play to play
but how near I was to have broken
like the loss of words
to a shut pen
Keeping it real
my sensible pen has taken
to making things little
till night wrote me
a multitude of aches
Onward Christian soldiers
Lord’s day
and I mine with my pen
no time for war
Reporter
Back home to
a heap of cards,
ink and pen my supper
and good night.
Church of sloth
A simple church:
men in hats blessing
without waking.
I bury my pen
and pray to Bed.
Long hours
Office at home—
the pen and I eat
the night up.
Proverbial (3)
I debauch the morning with a pen.
Who needs to think, find a garden.
On my flag: moon and money, our two hips.
The Pen is Mightier
I dispatch a colonel with a pen,
no treaty to commend him.
How quiet he is!
I dine on a great oar, pay
their servant to row
and rest my mouth.
Classifieds One
Journal for sale;
belonged to our grandfather.
He bought it after the war,
sat in front of it
every day with a pen,
and never wrote a word.