Robert Rorabeck Poems

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411.
In A Place Of Trees

As I interviewed in a
Place of trees,
Castles crept up to Heaven’s
Knees;
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412.
Mabinogion

Another long thing
To make the ladies squeal, I suppose,
Dark and sleepy trolled up
From the Welsh bog:
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413.
Seashells

These shells are empty of their children,
And their songs,
So now only the sea comes like lamenting
Mothers. Cupped to the ear,
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414.
Libraries

When it is easy, I wake up and there is a
Fog on the hills, and the stones lay sweating in
The grass,
And north there are great holes above the earth,
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415.
The Bottom Of The Wine Glass

This room is all carefully worked marble,
And this is how it goes:
Generations of sallow faced progenitors line the
Halls, stare forwards at one another in no
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416.
The Budding Gravity Of Our Drinking Fountain

Returned to the pinioned basins
Emaciated with silver, I recreate myself into something
I cannot remember,
Someone who I have always wanted, like a four door
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417.
The Muscular Syllables Of His Golden Bed

How to be beautiful at night all alone
Covered in a layer of sod, making love to no woman,
And minding no woman all the same:
I don’t know,
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418.
The Only Thing You Had To Pay

Bodies, starting off by themselves, get to know one another
By interspersing:
I check on them as I go through my day, like a maudlin canoe
With over sad eyes:
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419.
So Many Copper Presidents

Even now the bodies burn with the deeper gentrifications
Of my new neighborhood:
Girls are looking gooder than good, as newer than new girls
Should:
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420.
Thundering Rains

Unicorns kindle like the virgins of green suicide:
You glide over the sight of me with the age old religious wound
In your side;
And now I will live in a house as old as a Bible, and I will
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