Landlocked
The business of the town
is going to sea, which
it pleased God to lay out
in the absence of wine
or ships, a lead foot
setting forth for France
and a mind to stay longer
before they go.
Poems on the topic: ship
Poems on the topic “ship” on Poets.by.
The River Thames
The tide went from ship to ship
like a captain at the tavern
calling at a room
where there was infinite cake—
water in the reeds,
a voyage into some bed.
Idler
I sit on a bridge
drinking rain,
choosing a new ship
to set forth and talk about.
Steerage
Early to walk
up and down the ship—
here with nothing but the most
epicure-like going.
Rose-colored glasses
I saw the ships set off
at the beginning of love
but I know not
whether I shall see
a dolphin.
Confabs
A morning wind
did business in the alder.
Coach dined with post—
where the letters come.
A stay had a little talk
with a ship.
So money will give me
an answer shortly.
Civilizing mission
I go to the Indies
on business with Christ
in the ship, and I an ape
not knowing the dirt.
Wine-dark
Married to a glass
of wine, I hunt trouble,
set my hand to the sea
and the ship, which make
my heart home.
Trader
To China by ship
we make the globe pay.
Returned to my corn,
I knock six times
upon the ground.
The Committee on Ships
My men and I met, a committee
to consider ships,
to see what it is
they desire from water:
winehouse, home or bed?
Or news of the night…
Armistice
Twenty-five ships, and we could not
make an end of Monday.
On land, we met with castles.
Our rest was troubled.
I mourn the death of my bed.
Voyager
Between discontent and desire,
I am willing to mix
my fortune with the wind—
ready for the ships
in all my books.
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