At Pleasure Bay By Robert Pinsky

At Pleasure Bay In the willows along the river at Pleasure Bay A catbird singing, never the same phrase twice. Here under the pines a…

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Paschal By Robert Pinsky

Paschal Easter was the old North Goddess of the dawn. She rises daily in the East And yearly in spring for the great Paschal candle…

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December Blues By Robert Pinsky

December Blues At the bad time, nothing betrays outwardly the harsh findings, The studies and hospital records. Carols play. Sitting upright in the transit system,…

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To Television By Robert Pinsky

To Television Not a “window on the world” But as we call you, A box a tube Terrarium of dreams and wonders. Coffer of shades,…

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Ode To Meaning By Robert Pinsky

Ode To Meaning Dire one and desired one, Savior, sentencer– In an old allegory you would carry A chained alphabet of tokens: Ankh Badge Cross….

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An Explanation Of America- A Love Of Death By Robert Pinsky

An Explanation Of America- A Love Of Death Imagine a child from Virginia or New Hampshire Alone on the prairie eighty years ago Or more,…

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The Green Piano By Robert Pinsky

The Green Piano Aeolian. Gratis. Great thunderer, half-ton infant of miracles Torn free of charge from the universe by my mother’s will. You must have…

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Glory By Robert Pinsky

Glory Pindar, poet of the victories, fitted names And legends into verses for the chorus to sing: Names recalled now only in the poems of…

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The Night Game By Robert Pinsky

The Night Game Some of us believe We would have conceived romantic Love out of our own passions With no precedents, Without songs and poetry–…

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Impossible To Tell By Robert Pinsky

Impossible To Tell to Robert Hass and in memory of Elliot Gilbert Slow dulcimer, gavotte and bow, in autumn, Bashõ and his friends go out…

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The Refinery By Robert Pinsky

The Refinery “. . . our language, forged in the dark bycenturies of violent pressure, underground,out of the stuff of dead life.” Thirsty and languorous…

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Ginza Samba By Robert Pinsky

Ginza Samba A monosyllabic European called Sax Invents a horn, walla whirledy wah, a kind of twisted Brazen clarinet, but with its column of vibrating…

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Stupid Meditation On Peace By Robert Pinsky

Stupid Meditation On Peace “He does not come to coo.” —Gerard Manley Hopkins Insomniac monkey-mind ponders the Dove, Symbol not only of Peace but sexual…

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First Things To Hand By Robert Pinsky

First Things To Hand In the skull kept on the desk. In the spider-pod in the dust. Or nowhere. In milkmaids, in loaves, Or nowhere….

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The Hearts By Robert Pinsky

The Hearts The legendary muscle that wants and grieves, The organ of attachment, the pump of thrills And troubles, clinging in stubborn colonies Like pulpy…

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Essay On Psychiatrists By Robert Pinsky

Essay On Psychiatrists I. Invocation It‘s crazy to think one could describe them— Calling on reason, fantasy, memory, eves and ears— As though they were…

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Shirt By Robert Pinsky

Shirt The back, the yoke, the yardage. Lapped seams, The nearly invisible stitches along the collar Turned in a sweatshop by Koreans or Malaysians Gossiping…

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Doctor Frolic By Robert Pinsky

Doctor Frolic Felicity the healer isn’t young And you don’t look him up unless you need him. Clown’s eyes, Pope’s nose, a mouth for dirty…

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Samurai Song By Robert Pinsky

Samurai Song When I had no roof I made Audacity my roof. When I had No supper my eyes dined. When I had no eyes…

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Death And The Powers- A Robot Pageant By Robert Pinsky

Death And The Powers- A Robot Pageant Characters robot leader robot two robot three robot four simon powers miranda Simon’s daughter from a previous marriage….

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Poem With Refrains By Robert Pinsky

Poem With Refrains The opening scene. The yellow, coal-fed fog Uncurling over the tainted city river, A young girl rowing and her anxious father Scavenging…

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Ceremony For Any Beginning By Robert Pinsky

Ceremony For Any Beginning Against weather, and the random Harpies—mood, circumstance, the laws Of biography, chance, physics— The unseasonable soul holds forth, Eager for form…

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Poem About People By Robert Pinsky

Poem About People The jaunty crop-haired graying Women in grocery stores, Their clothes boyish and neat, New mittens or clean sneakers, Clean hands, hips not…

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At Pleasure Bay – Robert Pinsky

In the willows along the river at Pleasure Bay A catbird singing, never the same phrase twice. Here under the pines a little off the…

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