Gedichte zum Thema: theft

Gedichte zum Thema „theft“ auf Poets.by.

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David Bromige

Part of All You Need

& the young couple who moved in, recommended by your friend Theyre broke, no place to stay, just til he gets a job because you did have room Playing his guitar all night, your kid crying awake, his boots of fashion slipping on the stairs, that one stair, high, he always stumbls on, & the evening you found her at your wife's sewing-machine turning a skirt which she denied was borrowed unquote from the closet full of clothes belonging to the previous lodger who some day soon you hoped would be back from hospital the black unabashedness of her denial, the straight stare Dont ask me to find reasons for my actions the nonsense they talkt, this at least was softly, sitting up,
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NachdenklichAnna Wickham

Theft

When first I saw the old man dead, I laid a curious hand upon his head, To steal that little left in the soul's mould, The knowledge of the rigour and the cold. I asked no pardon of the Clay, For the dead eyes had wandered in their day. And kneeling ceremonious at his side, I found a book he'd dropt the day he died. Verses — which I repeated to dead ears in lieu of prayers. I stole the book, regardless of his heirs. Asking no pardon of the Clay, For the dead man had loved me in his day.