Essay on Psychiatrists (Robert Pinsky Poems)
I. InvocationIt's crazy to think one could describe them-Calling on reason, fantasy, memory, eves and ears-As though they were all ...
I. InvocationIt's crazy to think one could describe them-Calling on reason, fantasy, memory, eves and ears-As though they were all ...
The legendary muscle that wants and grieves,The organ of attachment, the pump of thrillsAnd troubles, clinging in stubborn coloniesLike pulpy ...
Imagine a child from Virginia or New HampshireAlone on the prairie eighty years agoOr more, one afternoon-the shaggy peltOf grasses, ...
Aeolian. Gratis. Great thunderer, half-ton infant of miraclesTorn free of charge from the universe by my mother's will.You must have ...
'. . . our language, forged in the dark bycenturies of violentpressure, underground,out of the stuff of dead life.'Thirsty and ...
Pindar, poet of the victories, fitted namesAnd legends into verses for the chorus to sing:Names recalled now only in the ...
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 ...
"He does not come to coo."-Gerard Manley HopkinsInsomniac monkey-mind ponders the Dove,Symbol not only of Peace but sexualLove, the couple ...
Felicity the healer isn't youngAnd you don't look him up unless you need him.Clown's eyes, Pope's nose, a mouth for ...
Easter was the old NorthGoddess of the dawn.She rises daily in the EastAnd yearly in spring for the greatPaschal candle ...
In the skull kept on the desk.In the spider-pod in the dust.Or nowhere. In milkmaids, in loaves,Or nowhere. And if ...
When I had no roof I madeAudacity my roof. When I hadNo supper my eyes dined.When I had no eyes ...
to Robert Hass and in memory of Elliot Gilbert Slow dulcimer, gavotte and bow, in autumn, Bashõ and his friends ...
Dire one and desired one, Savior, sentencer-- In an old allegory you would carry A chained alphabet of tokens: Ankh ...
Not a "window on the world" But as we call you, A box a tube Terrarium of dreams and wonders. ...
The back, the yoke, the yardage. Lapped seams, The nearly invisible stitches along the collar Turned in a sweatshop by ...
Some of us believe We would have conceived romantic Love out of our own passions With no precedents, Without songs ...
In the willows along the river at Pleasure Bay A catbird singing, never the same phrase twice. Here under the ...
The opening scene. The yellow, coal-fed fog Uncurling over the tainted city river, A young girl rowing and her anxious ...
A monosyllabic European called Sax Invents a horn, walla whirledy wah, a kind of twisted Brazen clarinet, but with its ...
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