Ghetto moon
Moonlight over
all the streets
made a great conquest of the city.
Strange to see it go
to the water with
drawn swords.
We met it like dead men,
not a word among us,
not able to stir
in the dirt.
Poems on the topic: street
Poems on the topic “street” on Poets.by.
Fashioned
We make ourselves
impossible to express
in clothes, like
streets with carpets
of gold and silver,
our eyes at last
overcome with what
we have seen,
going home drunk
in the evening suit,
rich with embroidery.
What a king is
Among other things very fine, which thing is a king? The king is a king: a word and net. The king is a cover for the king, girt with words.
The king is a lord changed for an old hat. The king is a plain moth, a chance tenant. The king is a familiar street at night.
Sadhu
We part, I and my cell.
And though I have seen it often,
I am more and more pleased
with the street—
a rank home and bed.
Visitant
A golden eagle in the street
between Fetter Lane and Shoe Lane.
Six clerks sing to it about Creation.
Maypole
People
have
set up
maypoles;
I resolve
to hide.
I count
myself
a perfect
stone of
heaven,
a park
without
a gate,
a pistol
for pins.
Wired
noon street
the many pretty discourses
in public
Streets paved in gold
sober graves grow up
into desires
to look still
to leave a great family
among the wrong names
the riven street is rich
in other men’s gold
Campaigner
going with the sun
into the street
I drink like a scholar
at the burial of a book
Distracted
tomorrow is a lie
in many churches
ear to the street
I fall down the stairs of the sea
The strong, silent type
words love quiet
as the office a clock
or horses the evening
we ride easily through the streets
feet cramped by new hard boots
Overthink
A night my observations
outrun themselves
like arguments against science
or a Friday street,
crying a seditious tear.
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