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Autopsy
such weather we get in our country being so dead is a surprise
Poemas sobre el tema: weather
Poemas sobre el tema «weather» en Poets.by.
Electric
tittle tattle
little lightning
without thunder coming
little eel
Widow’s walk
who is fit to go to sea
in the heart
some other weather
I ache so much to sense
but I am old
the pretty girl that sang
and danced is dead
Feartile
fear finds me out
and brings me a bear
or the desire for order
it burdens my mind that it should be so backward
so unseeing
so nappish
yet I am nothing else
but that now-frozen weather
Shark week
I am the thin
fin in the tide
to point is better than to impose
excuse me but I must find
as much time as the weather
to let be
No news
a morning empty
as the paper
a paper that is
not paper
I look at the weather
and letters last
the paper is a thin
sharp nest
any difference between us
is now a new word
Bedmate
having left my talk
I hear you who I am
newly present to
the plain life
of your heart is to me
as large as the weather
where we go together
to bed and so
to sleep
The big question
the child’s question
was very angry
and began to talk openly of my guts
a cunning blubber
who let this complaint and I be friends
wakened by extraordinary weather
Swidden
last night’s rain
missed my lips
I have the weather
in a bag now
stranger than feet in the dirt
this thin hoe
Getting away from it all
on a wet cold day in the country
the poor appear far
I distrust nature
but not her miscarriages
living in the world
like a drawing of a tongue at a bonfire
The floating world
We sat with
our hats and
our paying hips,
our glad work
that will please
poor seamen,
glad we sat in
bed in strange
weather—all
this winter,
dust and flies
and rose-
bushes full
of leaves.
Wrecked
I found other weather—
poor ship that I have been—
under water.
In search of peace
I stayed there and drank
in the sea.