Marrow
morning rain
only a dish of marrow bones
left in the world
Poems on the topic: rain
Poems on the topic “rain” on Poets.by.
Prescription
For love and quiet
we took a mouthful of age,
a single night
and the noise of rain.
And between waking
and sleeping, never had
so much content.
Spiritual teacher
In my chest, a thin rain.
In the disco, the young ladies bought me,
light for night.
I found my Zen
useful in bed.
In the rain
The rain found us; I am glad.
It has given me a land to tenant, close
and quiet.
Rained-on
Wet with rain,
the rose sat and drank
till night took it.
Polder
Waters deaf as the land
are given to wool—
overtaken by the Dutch
and built upon.
The greatest shower of rain
made a new hat.
Idler
I sit on a bridge
drinking rain,
choosing a new ship
to set forth and talk about.
Under an umbrella
In the ear, rain
like a great throng
that could pass for unseen diaries,
my mind a foreigner
troubled by rogue citizens.
Waterbound
Morning came in a white wig,
a country of rain
fallen late and high.
Pathetic Fallacy
I put on my mourning
and went to the wood, where
the wind fell.
I stayed till late.
It rained sadly.
Above and Beyond
My cousin snow and my father rain
come with a letter from
my brother the angel:
Buy others a home, look after workmen,
trouble the parliament.
Accounting
To a hen finch I give an account of the accounts of desire.
Night rain, thunder and lightning. I hear a man in pain.
I write to all places that have no heart.
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