Robert Pinsky Poems (20 Poems)
Essay on Psychiatrists (Robert Pinsky Poems)
I. Invocation It’s crazy to think one could describe them-Calling on reason, fantasy, memory, eves and ears-As though they were all alike any more Than sweeps, opticians, poets or masseurs.Moreover, they are for more than one reasonDifficult to speak of … Continue reading
The Hearts (Robert Pinsky Poems)
The legendary muscle that wants and grieves,The organ of attachment, the pump of thrillsAnd troubles, clinging in stubborn colonies Like pulpy shore-life battened on a jetty.Slashed by the little deaths of sleep and pleasure,They swell in the nurturing spasms of … Continue reading
An Explanation of America: A Love of Death (Robert Pinsky Poems)
Imagine a child from Virginia or New HampshireAlone on the prairie eighty years agoOr more, one afternoon-the shaggy peltOf grasses, for the first time in that child’s life,Flowing for miles. Imagine the moving shadowOf a cloud far off across that … Continue reading
The Green Piano (Robert Pinsky Poems)
Aeolian. Gratis. Great thunderer, half-ton infant of miraclesTorn free of charge from the universe by my mother’s will.You must have amazed that half-respectable street Of triple-decker families and rooming-house housepaintersThe day that the bole-ankled oversized hams of your legsBobbed in … Continue reading
The Refinery (Robert Pinsky Poems)
‘. . . our language, forged in the dark bycenturies of violentpressure, underground,out of the stuff of dead life.’ Thirsty and languorous after their long black sleepThe old gods crooned and shuffled and shook their heads.Dry, dry. By railroad they … Continue reading
Glory (Robert Pinsky Poems)
Pindar, poet of the victories, fitted namesAnd legends into verses for the chorus to sing:Names recalled now only in the poems of Pindar: O nearly unpronounceable immortals,In the dash, Oionos was champion:Oionos, Likmynios’s son, who came from Midea.In wrestling, Echemos … Continue reading
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 ice cream, steaks, soda,Fresh melons and soap-or the bigBalding young men in work shoes And green work pants, beer … Continue reading
Stupid Meditation on Peace (Robert Pinsky Poems)
“He does not come to coo.”-Gerard Manley Hopkins Insomniac monkey-mind ponders the Dove,Symbol not only of Peace but sexualLove, the couple nestled and brooding. After coupling, the human animal needsThe woman safe for nine months and more.But the man after … Continue reading
Doctor Frolic (Robert Pinsky Poems)
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 dirty stories,He made his bundle in the Great Depression And now, a jovial immigrant successIn baggy pinstripes, he winks and … Continue reading
Paschal (Robert Pinsky Poems)
Easter was the old NorthGoddess of the dawn.She rises daily in the EastAnd yearly in spring for the great Paschal candle of the sun.Her name lingers like a spotOf gravy in the figured vestmentOf the language of the Britains. Her … Continue reading
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