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 ...
Pindar, poet of the victories, fitted namesAnd legends into verses for the chorus to sing:Names recalled now only in the ...
Of all the ill-fatedBoys ever createdYoung Jack was the wretchedest lad:An emphatic, erratic,Dogmatic fanaticWas foisted upon him as dad!From the ...
I slept in an old homestead by the sea:And in their chimney nest,At night the swallows told home-lore to me,As ...
A life that spanned less than 40 years but this man has left an indelible mark on the world of ...
when your mother can rise from her placeon the pew during the early service,early enough that the sun barely fills ...
The unhappy man, who once has trailed a pen,Lives not to please himself, but other men;Is always drudging, wastes his ...
COME here, rekindle the old fire,This last night leave no lamp unlit!In later days we twain shall sit,Remembering the joys ...
-for John Berryrnan-Is dog eat dog out dere'-Big Business, Mr. Bones.You know what I'm doing now? I'm watching the CompletePoems ...
"I have no power to change youor explain your waysNever believe a man can change a womanThose men are pretenderswho ...
Mendacem oporrer esse memorem.Poets should read that: it applies to them,It fits my metre, and it hits the mark.To act ...
All winter the fire devoured everything --tear-stained elegies, old letters, diaries, dead flowers.When April finally arrived,I opened the woodstove one ...
Say, Tyrant Custom, why must we obeyThe impositions of thy haughty Sway;From the first dawn of Life, unto the Grave,Poor ...
I've had the heart-ache many times,At the mere mention of a nameI've never woven in my rhymes,Though from it inspiration ...
Loving another, yet she married my father.That other portrait faded with the years.From her album paged in musty velvetShimmered forth ...
Genius, like gold and precious stones,is chiefly prized because of its rarity.Geniuses are people who dash off weird, wild,incomprehensible poems ...
Be not too forward, painter; 'tisMore for thy fame, and art, to missAll other faces, than come nearThe Lady, that ...
He reads my latest attempt at a poemand is silent for a long time, until it feelslike that night we ...
Do you call me poor, you slugger,Won't posterity let me hug her,And won't she hug me back again?Isn't my penThe ...
My soul is clanging like a cimbalom gone mad;My heart indeed is joyful, but by its pangs unnerved,Tossed on waves ...
What you have heard is true. I was in his house.His wife carried a tray of coffee and sugar. Hisdaughter ...
My son places his paint box in front of meand asks me to draw a bird for him.Into the color ...
Give me this time, my first and severe Italian, a poem about gold, The left corners of eyes, and the ...
LIKE one who in her third widowhood doth professHerself a nun, tied to retiredness,So affects my Muse, now, a chaste ...
I saw the soldiers come todayFrom battlefield afar;No conquerors rode before their wayOn his triumphal car;But captains, like themselves, on ...
Once on a charger there was laid,And brought before a royal maid,As price of attitude and grace,A guiltless head, a ...
An odd name they gave you,my uncle,Black hobomanBlack streetwalking manBlack PRINCE Albert indeedwho never knew robes.They called you Beale Street ...
We're The Twins from Aunt Marinn's, Igo and Ago. When Dad comes, the show begins!-- Iram, coram, dago. Dad he says he named us ...
The sea and a crescent strip of beachShow between the service station and a deserted shackA creek drains thru the ...
The great, the good, the just, the true, Has yielded up his latest breath;The noblest man our country knew, Bows to the ...
Oh the merry May has pleasant hours, And dreamily they glide, As if they floated like the leaves Upon a silver tide. The trees ...
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