Poem about People (Robert Pinsky Poems)
The jaunty crop-haired grayingWomen in grocery stores,Their clothes boyish and neat,New mittens or clean sneakers,Clean hands, hips not bad still,Buying ...
The jaunty crop-haired grayingWomen in grocery stores,Their clothes boyish and neat,New mittens or clean sneakers,Clean hands, hips not bad still,Buying ...
Try to love everything that gets in your way:the Chinese women in flowered bathing capsmurmuring together in Mandarin, doing leg ...
Cockcrow's chalky virtue, a swanscales up and over willows,thrashing her misty pool. No one hollosher decamping, sluggish as though only ...
Oh I'll be chewing salted horse and biting flinty bread,And dancing with the stars to watch, upon the fo'c's'le head,Hearkening ...
Pennsylvania, 1948-1949The garden of Nature opens. The grass at the threshold is green. And an almond tree begins to bloom. ...
1. DREAMSI was an ice baby.I turned to sky blue.My tears became two glass beads.My mouth stiffened into a dumb ...
By Chinese Charley's junk-store, by the Panama Saloon,Where 'longshore loafers lean and spit, at morning, night, and noon, —All among ...
The moon is bright, and the winds are laid, and the river is roaring by; Orion swings, with his belted ...
IOnce below a time,When my pinned-around-the-spiritCut-to-measure flesh bit,Suit for a serial sumOn the first of each hardship,My paid-for slaved-for own ...
The wind blew all my wedding-day, And my wedding-night was the night of the high wind; And a stable door ...
If the water were clear enough, if the water were still, but the water is not clear, the water is ...
I Jesús, Estrella, Esperanza, Mercy: Sails flashing to the wind like weapons, sharks following the moans the fever and the ...
In the courts of the Romans beaten and scourged mocked and taunted our Lord and our savior on the way ...
Memory: I can take my head and strike it on a wall on Cumberland Island Where the night tide came ...
The last pose flickered, failed. The screen's dead white Glared in a sudden flooding of harsh light Stabbing the eyes; ...
Today, my love, leaves are thrashing the wind just as pedestrians are erecting again the buildings of this drab forbidding ...
Southeast, and storm, and every weathervane shivers and moans upon its dripping pin, ragged on chimneys the cloud whips, the ...
The bows glided down, and the coast Blackened with birds took a last look At his thrashing hair and whale-blue ...
1. DREAMS I was an ice baby. I turned to sky blue. My tears became two glass beads. My mouth ...
Remember midsummer: the fragrance of box, of white roses And of phlox. And upon a honeysuckle branch Three snails hanging ...
THE DREAM This has nothing to do with war or the end of the world. She dreams there are gray ...
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