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much company in a little room
an old man sat boasting
how he had been in prison
and there was a field
with four horses
and the light of evening
Poems on the topic: room
Poems on the topic “room” on Poets.by.
Investigator
the way I find life
is any day an art
how I look at things
in my room by candlelight
Instructions for fate
writing no in a green book
in rooms which are not yet
ready for us
writing let me be
Convention
to see how everybody
turns like the green
blind corn
while we clamber
among the trees
losing ourselves
in a small room
all bewildered
seeing how
they are there
without knowing almost
what to do but have
the outside killed
and ready up beds
in the same room
Convenience
love if convenient
would be high treason
a peace made on disadvantageous terms
with break-up and feud
a room is the last
enemy to all the world
falling from time
into desire
no hand or pinion
full of consequence
should crowd into
such a hole
Resident
I have nothing here that is mine.
I have room.
I have the sea.
Ab ovo
I broke an egg
and found therein
a broad water, a fleet,
a little room of which
I am very glad.
Butsuzo
Three years ago I was stone,
free from pain, content—
no joy or urge.
I had a great deal of light,
one room,
and I sat.
Minimalist
my hat is gone
that I might see
more night
the room
pulled down
to make more night
art cannot wait
upon hat or lodging
Pandora
Pandora was a doll with a plastic head
& a boneless fabric body full of give.
Her eyes were a smiling blue
you scraped with a thumbnail one day
to see what lay beneath: blank plastic.
Pandora was a doll with plastic arms
that could be bent into the semblance
of a hug. From a high perch
she watched the bears multiply
on the bed, expert listeners,
burly avatars of comfort. When
the circus master’s mad wife
came to give them all away
to charity, Pandora alone
with her hopeless eye was spared.
You wept until you couldn’t see
NUDE
A pile of shed
garments on
the hardwood floor
rising in layers
of ever thinner
firmament,
from denim
to lightest cotton
to breath-
less silk &
a trickle
of sunlight
spilling through a crack
in the curtains.
While
the prim unwrinkled
Anatomy
all the anatomy of the body out of sight
to the kiss the press the every
desire singing
but like people knowing the true God
we imagine a whole world absurdly set down
in our room
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