Horticultural
hip to hip I have increased
my knowledge of rain
garden in the field a composition
calling me to my wife
Poems on the topic: rain
Poems on the topic “rain” on Poets.by.
Temple in a storm
rain on the temple trees
like words in the book of a blind beggar
the outhouse
which made me almost sick
shivered from top to bottom
with the outside thunder
Active voice
a grammar of rain
is like the open road
a full thing whose voice
I am nothing to
Getting religion
rain all morning
hardly ten people in church
coffee-house like a theater
where the play is not well acted
on my way back through the alley
a couple of pretty whores
I go into the house
as quiet as money
A walk in the park
a park keeper told me
what the earth is
cockle shells and weather
dust and dead beds
a face for
the bountiful world
which we must of necessity
break in pieces
with words and blows
and a degree of madness
but what is the unhappiness in that
if the light is good
surely the land will never suffer
it is so great still
and every bird so quiet
like a hole the rain drowned
Good books
a book of rain
in the book of my hand
a thing so long
it is not fit to publish
I read the book of the ear
prefacing the book of the confessor
I am sorry for the book
I am reading now
what people believe
and grieve in it
Esprit de corps
We all went into the thorn
together—a great pleasure.
We prepared breakfast
for thirteen guns—a pleasure.
How the ship went through
the dark and rain! A pleasure.
We entered into a dispute:
a guard came
to examine our mirth
with our most abominable lodging.
Rendezvous
Meet me in thin arms,
say it is only to sell me a trick
or a ring in the nose.
I know how true
rain would be.
Populist
I put my hand among
many hands, indifferent
to the king. Who
did I respect?
The rain.
Dirt.
Web surf
profane pictures—
afternoon at the office
in the long rains
Witness
at noon an execution
the rain on my hat
all the way home
Message in a bottle
The sea is given
our letter relating the bad
condition of the money,
and it is well received.
I lie to God
but not to the rain,
my mind full of money—
a little green chamber.
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