Endarkenment
morning comes white among great
supplies of visions
all seeming to save us
and yet my one head
being out this night
is a thriving ship of the dead
Poems on the topic: ship
Poems on the topic “ship” on Poets.by.
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
Mare Frigoris
I have a secret hate
like a private sea
that taste of ships put out to rust
that anything other than desert
for a voyage to white hair and ill health
my head full of how to get rid
of my enemy
Sea wind
it is a disease of the wind
to keep going to sea
fleet as the fleet
but too small for the great ice
or a ship on a still night
dancing
preparing for an ordinary death
Wobbly
where we sat close
like the first time
ever on ship
I am come to not know
what to do with
my legs
For god and country
joy giving other instructions
gives me the building of a ship
I soon understand how the war
had a lying use
Circumscribed
I have seen a ship in a well
and a compass in bed
what will become of all my promise
in a quiet life
Islanders
the old men of islands
never discover ships
observe the sea
only for an hour
talking of thrifty living
and the winter ice
Aral
it was the sea not a ship
that was lost
a thing as imaginable as a great plain
going out
what mad sort of testimonies
the seamen give
forced to work on a highway
that would only stop
Sailor’s knot
having lived great lies
on board two or three ships
I go back and find the way home
to be this very ash
Alternate histories
we might have grown
white and thin as rope
over and over the ground
and had other bodies
a secret to be hid
but not under the house
not in the light of
a would-be moon
ships of ice
guns without bullet to grieve
Waterfront
morning laid out
over all the ships
a child drums merrily
on the window
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