Geology in brief
no wind in a stone
only cold and time
dirt getting all weary work to do
like us is loose
Poems on the topic: stone
Poems on the topic “stone” on Poets.by.
Booklover
the sea is so much her own matter
rough and raw
that I long for an hour in stone
where we tend to a thin world
and my chief joy
is to buy a virginal book
Prison food
prisoners forced to eat skin
and monstrous fat
kiss the flung stone
raw as their opinions of sin
of a fancy woman
of more sleep
Playing for keeps
working a kite
the burden of power in my hand
almost out but easily
brought to again
her body like a peak invites me
to teem rather than fall
news came last night
of a fever for land
a mad thing
the business of selling places
stones to keep for rarity
in the mouth
Horseman
all morning in my mind with no compass
I turn towards the world
going on a delicate stone horse
to see the stone faces of the crowd
I hear lies enough
to make any man sick
the oddest present
would be a pound of candles for God
Anatomy of melancholy
her physique is cut stone
a feast of disorders
I am a new cook
but will be nothing by morning
my heart must be
a missed supper in her diet
Introvert
gentlemen of fine discourse
like birds on a line
I am silent with my memory
of being stone
Geophilic
a reed is nothing
in the world of a mole
but the pain of the stone
makes bloody water
Troubled
I have used a stone
as a boat, but found
it was never very good
in the water.
No open mind shall keep
my best troubles.
I send for the plasterer
to counterfeit a heart.
Austerity measures
Alone, I went
to church in a stone
and went home to a car
to go five or six days
to supper.
Menhir
We could not mend
the great stone.
I saw the king heal it
with simple water
and go to the burial of dirt.
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.
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