Hipsters
the street full
of a great forest
ivy stops business
I find a discrete coffee house
where we take some out-of-town light
to profit off the morning
Poems on the topic: street
Poems on the topic “street” on Poets.by.
Totem
wren like a public hope
little but neat
as well-dressed as the barber
in a street of ash
Street life
street pretty
as a painted crow
that life all I need to look at
but her old body
dressed as if
she had been a road
thin answer
to the poor
in their claims against God
Rock dove
seeing people flock in the city
on the leaden street
I wheel above
in all that nothing
clear of sign or chant
but to a child
Gentrified
in as mourning a dress
as a clock or an auditor
we mourn the city
and we mourn the street
the change of a great place
into money
some strange fit
of tooth on tooth
Streetwise
I walk the length of the dark street
a busy confiture of doors and high words
where I pretend to know trouble
and pass some heart tempered with sleep
Industrial revolution
I spoke with coffee
like a dark ear of night
and went out
into the leaden street
men carried the weight of the fields
yesterday today and tomorrow
through the city
Gimpy
high wind—
walking backwards along the street
my poor leg
Wild life
like blood in the body
I have no real birthday
I see light go through the street
and dance as all men do
a wild life is whole
and wells up
like a Lent fling
abominable and rich
Living it up
Forgive me the sins of ancestors
good for a rare walk, in pleasant discourse
going by us in the field,
who we often see together
in street and in house
or lately come back again
from being hanged and buried.
Night walk
tavern talk
full of awful things
the street home
Vagrant
I drink alone.
The street is
a good play—
a way to see
home in all
directions.
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