Sandman
where am I with my bag of sand
like a bad condition
with this little nest to press rest
every body a nothing that I am taking
home and home and home
Poemas sobre el tema: sand
Poemas sobre el tema «sand» en Poets.by.
Sandstone
my stone is well-bred
serves well in any
injury or sport
and will go to bed
pretty as all the news
of war and sand
Hourglass
I sit as stolidly as a column of cold ash,
longing for a bell’s clapper, or the skin
of a drum that shivers under the blows
of a pair of brushes. I have held
this shape too long, I tell myself.
The fine teeth of my thoughts
are through with falling.
Across the lawn, the French lilac
still glows green against the gray trees
as if summer could last forever –
as if a craze of twigs were some disgrace,
& not the soul’s own map –
& I feel a sigh coming toward me
from the edge of the world.
Grain by grain,
the shadows are losing their firm outlines.
Landed
about the discovery of sand
the captain like any fish
did little but wonder
Hobo
places made of bridges and old differences
I remember them afterwards
I have no friends but sleep
and the morning sand
Spume
as if set upon by dogs
and worried to pieces
I am a sorry man
sand to the moaning sea
coming to sign the new
draft of my death
Beached
a folly of hot hips
laid out on sand
joy thin
as a late supper
In extremis
pain coming
a drowned light in the sand
white pain comes to me as lace
and I am itself
the cast of a person
I never saw before
Seaside cottage
time to visit but no talk in us
and the land becomes like company
her house on the sand will make
little use of it
Possessed
possessed by an eagle
far beyond the sand
the fish goes on
lost in too much nothing
Miss September
summer is past
I fit myself to the white sand
like a lover
I long for a multitude
of books and evenings
when the amorous rains come
Saying it like it is
noon comes to stay
and being poor
we consent to a government
of sand and spoil
but how we desire words
as close to home as the weather