Les plus lus ▸Dave BontaFlâneurday lay on a hill as I walked here and there in no great haste to go home looking ought to be a continued thing another supperLire le poèmeApprendre par cœur
ContemplatifDave BontaOut walkingin the woods I found good company everyone was absent as a drunk present as an old sign I spoke one word and away home
ContemplatifDave BontaLearning curveafter measuring all inches in a foot I learn to walk after my appointment with the door I stand still and suffer no discontent
AnxieuxDave BontaWalking deadI walk alone seeing the fine ladies there humming to myself I fear I am dead under my clothes
AnxieuxDave BontaSunday walkerNight welling up at noon, I walk west and hear a poor, dry sermon in a reed. I walk home to see who might hang himself.
TristeDave BontaPurchaseI carry a private trouble on a walk: a new coin, good in the stamp and bad in the money. I have my dinner with it— hard and cold.
JoyeuxDave BontaThe KissWhat is a kiss? A pair of silk stockings. A light blue supper. A pleasant walk. A fine pain. The king’s coming. A good foundation for Latin. The absence of I.