Creature
wrought in bed
I continue working
a fire in the wind
a used tool
Poèmes sur le thème : wind
Poèmes sur le thème « wind » sur Poets.by.
Killjoy
I am a missing man
a captain without a voyage
I oppose wonder so old a hush
and offer to fell all the winter’s timber
declaring my need for ice
and wind and pain
Golden years
the first cherries off the tree
gather in the green water
I am resolved to understand
my old body
the eyes that corrupt me yet
and the way I serve my stomach
eating a dinner of wind
for an empty urn
Face to face
looks hide the whole face
but in bed we could see
and all night a cold wind
blowing through the windows
Suicidal tendencies
dead things lodging
in the garden grown out of order
a desire to be gone
which I am sorry for
like a sign in the wind
dancing with no will
Gimpy
high wind—
walking backwards along the street
my poor leg
Perspective
water or ground
which was our sure boat
the wind in a sail
one of them is speaking
Lull
foolish world
they tell me the wind is dead
my old and most
ingenious acquaintance
the snow talking peace
like the evening light
When the wind died
The wind drowned
and went to his grave.
I miss his infinite talk at night
and his cup of good air.
And where am I,
a person of honor,
to undertake the service
of the sea?
Night shift
a night to write letters
I hear the wind change, stop
and beat again
Love’s alchemy
I dined with her and found
what heat the alchemist
took home in a bottle:
a letter from July,
wind and fever.
Inspiration
The ships were satisfied by wind
and I by a book.