Places
ROSES and gold
For you today,
And the flash of flying flags.
I will have
Ashes,
Dust in my hair,
Crushes of hoofs.
Your name
Fills the mouth
Of rich man and poor.
Women bring
Armfuls of flowers
And throw on you.
I go hungry
Down in dreams
And loneliness,
Across the rain
To slashed hills
Where men wait and hope for me.
(1 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5)Related posts:
- Desert Places Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast In a field I looked into going past, And the ground almost […]...
- Testimony Regarding a Ghost THE ROSES slanted crimson sobs On the night sky hair of the women, And the long light-fingered men Spoke to […]...
- Throw Roses THROW roses on the sea where the dead went down. The roses speak to the sea, And the sea to […]...
- With a Bouquet of Twelve Roses I saw Lord Buddha towering by my gate Saying: “Once more, good youth, I stand and wait.” Saying: “I bring […]...
- Poems Done on a Late Night Car I. CHICKENS I am The Great White Way of the city: When you ask what is my desire, I answer: […]...
- Places among the stars Places among the stars, Soft gardens near the sun, Keep your distant beauty; Shed no beams upon my weak heart. […]...
- The Sluggard A jar of cider and my pipe, In summer, under shady tree; A book by one that made his mind […]...
- TO VIOLETS Welcome, maids of honour, You do bring In the Spring; And wait upon her. She has virgins many, Fresh and […]...
- Places and Men In Sussex here, by shingle and by sand, Flat fields and farmsteads in their wind-blown trees, The shallow tide-wave courses […]...
- The Little Orphan The crowded street his playground is, a patch of blue his sky; A puddle in a vacant lot his sea […]...
- Monotone The monotone of the rain is beautiful, And the sudden rise and slow relapse Of the long multitudinous rain. The […]...
- Impatience How can I wait until you come to me? The once fleet mornings linger by the way; Their sunny smiles […]...
- Loneliness Now it is Loneliness who comes at night Instead of Sleep, to sit beside my bed. Like a tired child […]...
- Remembered Women FOR a woman’s face remembered as a spot of quick light on the flat land of dark night, For this […]...
- Five Towns on the B. & O BY day… tireless smokestacks… hungry smoky shanties hanging to the slopes… crooning: We get by, that’s all. By night… all […]...
- The Heavenly Hills of Holland The heavenly hills of Holland, How wondrously they rise Above the smooth green pastures Into the azure skies! With blue […]...
- Women Washing Their Hair THEY have painted and sung The women washing their hair, And the plaits and strands in the sun, And the […]...
- Worthy Places There were some worthy places where we could escape, Avoid the heavy weight of living in a densely Peopled space; […]...
- The Red Son I LOVE your faces I saw the many years I drank your milk and filled my mouth With your home […]...
- Shancoduff My black hills have never seen the sun rising, Eternally they look north towards Armagh. Lot’s wife would not be […]...