Robert Pinsky Poems
|2.||Death And The Powers: A Robot Pageant||12/24/2015|
|3.||Ceremony For Any Beginning||12/20/2014|
|4.||An Explanation Of America: A Love Of Death||1/2/2012|
|5.||Stupid Meditation On Peace||1/2/2012|
|6.||Poem About People||1/2/2012|
|10.||First Things To Hand||1/2/2012|
|12.||The Green Piano||1/2/2012|
|14.||Essay On Psychiatrists||1/2/2012|
|17.||Poem With Refrains||1/13/2003|
|18.||Ode To Meaning||1/13/2003|
|19.||The Night Game||1/13/2003|
|20.||At Pleasure Bay||1/13/2003|
|22.||Impossible To Tell||1/13/2003|
Not a "window on the world"
But as we call you,
A box a tube
Terrarium of dreams and wonders.
Coffer of shades, ordained
Cotillion of phosphors
Or liquid crystal
Homey miracle, tub
Of acquiescence, vein of defiance.
Your patron in the pantheon would be Hermes
Quick one, little thief, escort
Of the dying and comfort of the sick,
In a blue glow my father and little sister sat
Snuggled in one chair watching you
Their wife and mother was sick in the head
I scorned you and them as I scorned so much
Now I like you ...
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 little off the road
In 1927 the Chief of Police
And Mrs. W. killed themselves together,
Sitting in a roadster. Ancient unshaken pilings
And underwater chunks of still-mortared brick
In shapes like bits of puzzle strew the bottom
Where the landing was for Price's Hotel and Theater.