Robert Rorabeck

Freshman - 533 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Arseny Tarkovsky - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The mad-eyed bloom of the
Fiery Russian poet
Incinerated by eternity’s fist
And fed to toy-sized sharks in the
Oversized aquarium
Of the studio apartment
Where the old-style yellow
Phone sits voiceless,
Without fingerprints for
Yet, by shivering moonlight and
Vodka on the lonely lips
On some 21st century kid
In the pale-horse light
And singular footsteps of
The hallway,
A reborn poet can test the
Depths, a bee-sized phoenix
Coming reformed for a few
Inches of hand-signals from the
To be published in the middle of the
In the calm eye of an
Apoplectic hurricane
Which fortunately dies before
The drunken scientists can think up a name.

Comments about Arseny Tarkovsky by Robert Rorabeck

  • Rookie - 288 Points Aeronius D. Mccoy (10/29/2014 5:31:00 PM)

    I really enjoyed this poem and its imagery. It rings true as tribute to the elder Tarkovsky. The telephone, voiceless, and without fingerprints for evidence, and the penultimate and final lines- beautiful.

    I'll be sure to read more of your poetry. All the best. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 13, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, February 25, 2011

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