Most read ▸
Trade-off
sad for the rot of time
in an urn or a hand the sudden
little death
that lightness
for want of a now
Poems on the topic: urn
Poems on the topic “urn” on Poets.by.
Funereal
meeting with great quiet
as if in an urn
hearing a crow
took us to the light
wise were we that had
no itch to pray
Fitness
to dine well is to live
I will be fit as an urn
Dust
this great dust is made
in the country
there is no cheaper
to fill up the house and urn
with I know not yet
what sleep
In mourning
Church is a dull ache,
having an urge to hit an urn
laced with silver.
War after war
we lay in a bed so soft
I could not sleep.
John Gorham
"Tell me what you're doing over here, John Gorham,
Sighing hard and seeming to be sorry when you're not;
Make me laugh or let me go now, for long faces in the moonlight
Are a sign for me to say again a word that you forgot."--
"I'm over here to tell you what the moon already
May have said or maybe shouted ever since a year ago;
I'm over here to tell you what you are, Jane Wayland,
And to make you rather sorry, I should say, for being so."--
"Tell me what you're saying to me now, John Gorham,
Or you'll never see as much of me as ribbons any more;
I'll vanish in as many ways as I have toes and fingers,
And you'll not follow far for one where flocks have been before."--
Describe a feeling — we’ll find a poem
Or try: