Robert Rorabeck Poems

Continents of love and now lions- I’ll find
Away, while I’ve just been starting out underneath the
Halos of starless forests, while the foxes have been leaping,
Busy mouthed,
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Embossed with these parapets of
Swing-sets,
Perpetually, so nothing ever has to go down,
But these songs:
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Loneliness over the yellowing adobe of
A teacher’s hovel- the street winds from here:
It goes to your house,
Where you lay browned bodied with your children
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May the day lighten over my estrangements and
Prove me in more ways unreal-
May the ocean curl over these abusements and take
Away how I feel-
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Comely failures who fade in time,
Bent with her soft skirts, brown stems in
The street-
What ribbon of what handlebar do you come
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No perfumes at nighttime- the house does not
Proceed, does not lie yellow
Spangles of family against family- does not
Read by the luminescent lights
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I have done nothing wrong-
But this is the curse of the proceeding afternoon:
Looking up through the horoscopes of
Peeling, soft-brown yards- strictly speaking:
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What have I finally done wrong
Muse of shells and hourglasses- how will finally
Fill up again after the rain,
As the weather come down again
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What have I finally done wrong
Muse of shells and hourglasses- how will finally
Fill up again after the rain,
As the weather come down again
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Lions underneath the airplanes
And other toys-
The knights started out but got distracted,
Such as this:
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