Bob Hicok

(1960 - / Michigan)

Bob Hicok Poems

1. What Would Freud Say? 1/13/2003
2. Unmediated Experience 1/23/2012
3. Translator's Note 1/23/2012
4. Toward Accuracy 1/23/2012
5. The Smiths, As I Understand Them 3/8/2012
6. The Semantics Of Flowers On Memorial Day 1/23/2012
7. The Maple 1/1/2004
8. Sudden Movements 1/13/2003
9. Report From The Black Box 1/23/2012
10. Prodigal 1/23/2012
11. Other Lives And Dimensions And Finally A Love Poem 1/13/2003
12. O My Pa-Pa 1/23/2012
13. Mortal Shower 1/23/2012
14. Man Of The House 1/23/2012
15. Learning To Swim 1/23/2012
16. In The Loop 1/23/2012
17. In Michael Robins’s Class Minus One 1/23/2012
18. Her My Body 1/23/2012
19. Happy First Anniversary (In Anticipation Of Your Thirty Ninth) 3/14/2014
20. Go Greyhound 1/23/2012
21. Full Flight 1/23/2012
22. For Three Whose Reflex Was Yes 1/23/2012
23. Feeling The Draft 1/23/2012
24. Epithalamium 1/23/2012
25. Duke 1/23/2012
26. Dropping The Euphemism 1/23/2012
27. Calling Him Back From Layoff 1/23/2012
28. By Their Works 1/1/2004
29. Another Awkward Stage Of Convalescence 1/13/2003
30. An Old Story 1/23/2012
31. After Working Sixty Hours Again For What Reason 1/23/2012
32. A Shopkeeper’s Story 1/23/2012
33. A Private Public Space 1/23/2012
Best Poem of Bob Hicok

Other Lives And Dimensions And Finally A Love Poem

My left hand will live longer than my right. The rivers
of my palms tell me so.
Never argue with rivers. Never expect your lives to finish
at the same time. I think

praying, I think clapping is how hands mourn. I think
staying up and waiting
for paintings to sigh is science. In another dimension this
is exactly what's happening,

it's what they write grants about: the chromodynamics
of mournful Whistlers,
the audible sorrow and beta decay of Old Battersea Bridge.
I like the idea of different

theres and ...

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Sudden Movements

My father's head has become a mystery to him.
We finally have something in common.
When he moves his head his eyes
get big as roses filled
with the commotion of spring.
Not long ago he was a man
who had tomato soup for lunch
and dusted with the earnestness
of a gun fight. Now he's a man

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