Listen
No purse, the ear
will know
what to do.
Sometimes at sea,
a great loss
would go away on the wind
in the quiet of things.
Poems on the topic: wind
Poems on the topic “wind” on Poets.by.
Confabs
A morning wind
did business in the alder.
Coach dined with post—
where the letters come.
A stay had a little talk
with a ship.
So money will give me
an answer shortly.
Pathetic Fallacy
I put on my mourning
and went to the wood, where
the wind fell.
I stayed till late.
It rained sadly.
Martial Artist
I go in secret.
The score I hear is my heart,
is for bell and wind.
Drunk, I defend myself
with a late foot.
Voyager
Between discontent and desire,
I am willing to mix
my fortune with the wind—
ready for the ships
in all my books.
Skeptic
I hear the wind speak:
nothing but epitaph,
brass angels crying.
The church, a poor man’s box
that binds any guest
to the dying light
like some great weight.
I go down to the water
with my echo:
to say is to know.
Feckless
A wind set my things
in better order, and I ached
for a serious purpose.
The rain coming
upon my bed, I went
and lay with the wind,
rocking till ten.
Medicine
Wind among the sands.
I eat oysters all afternoon,
walk to keep myself from clock and caudle.
Ash Wednesday
Ash overtook me, all joy
only a seed on the wind.
I went to the alley and bought a cat
and a good piece of cheese, I wonder why.
As if it is better to be here
than anywhere else.
Digger
West wind on the marsh.
A general in the wars
out getting vines to pot.
Missed connection
she and I passing in the night
now dirt
now wind
Leveler
we must find order always
in the ordinary multitude
I view the private letter
that is a well-kept grave
above us the wind
unacquainted with sex and fear
the stars guided by nothing
but the barking of a dog
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