Torn
From wife to mistress
I live on wit, gaudy but poor.
Intending to see my wife, I was not I
but a moth to the sun:
I burn, taking my pleasure
in the morning pain.
Poèmes sur le thème : sun
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El Donado Marcos de la Sierra
Day after day
the lizards dance on the sand.
When the sun climbs high
the mountains won’t
sit still. Even the tortoise
toiling as little as he can
moves in time with the maguey’s
sharp-tongued shadow.
Sun. Tree. Stone. Sky.
The will to circle in the wind.
To walk like Lucifer up
& down in the earth
or lope like Coyote, always
one meal from the end.
Let the fullness without
break the drought within–
Sad Money
I had sad money
and a din of debts all night,
things that come to wait:
the sun on ice,
a pretend home on foot.
Defogging
Agog at the morning mist,
I met the sun at the gate
where a barber trimmed me.
Rain House
Is rain a good house, sunshine a good car?
I have one home.
In Seething Lane
I find the worst fears.
I shuffle out to the yard
with my dish and cup
and speak to the sun
like a clock
or a bare window.
Solar Flair
The upholsterer came
to take furniture for the sun:
a half moon, the king’s worn door
and a silk clock.
How to Live
A quaint command:
think of kindness, thank for kindness.
After supper, good music and bed.
Strew the streets with herbs for joy of going.
Never pray for happiness as long as the sun
and moon endure.
Provisioning
Packing up, I took leave
of my old axe
and bought a bit of salmon
for the sun.
I promise to give all
that I have to the brave.
I am not discontented
with my sleep.
Default
We let treasure rest—
sun on fish.
We breakfast on trouble,
continue in absence,
say no to fox and fool
and so go knitting: to be.
Eclipsed
The Lord, a lamb;
the sun, nothing—
a sheep’s head
with a war bark,
a public hatch,
sad money,
or a hand with
a high fever.
Campaigner
going with the sun
into the street
I drink like a scholar
at the burial of a book