Poems of Thom Gunn
|1.||A Map of the City||11/12/2005|
|5.||Considering the Snail||1/3/2003|
|7.||For A Birthday||12/3/2014|
|8.||From the Wave||11/7/2005|
|12.||My Sad Captains||1/13/2003|
|13.||On The Move 'Man, You Gotta Go.'||1/13/2003|
|14.||Painting by Vuillard||1/3/2003|
|17.||Tamer And Hawk||8/29/2014|
|18.||The Butcher's Son||1/3/2003|
Painting by Vuillard
Two dumpy women with buns were drinking coffee
In a narrow kitchen—at least I think a kitchen
And I think it was whitewashed, in spite of all the shade.
They were flat brown, they were as brown as coffee.
Wearing brown muslin? I really could not tell.
How I loved this painting, they had grown so old
That everything had got less complicated,
Brown clothes and shade in a sunken whitewashed kitchen.