Bob Hicok

(1960 - / Michigan)

Bob Hicok Poems

1. A Private Public Space 1/23/2012
2. A Shopkeeper’s Story 1/23/2012
3. A well-stocked pantry 7/27/2018
4. After Working Sixty Hours Again For What Reason 1/23/2012
5. An Old Story 1/23/2012
6. Another Awkward Stage Of Convalescence 1/13/2003
7. By Their Works 1/1/2004
8. Calling Him Back From Layoff 1/23/2012
9. Dropping The Euphemism 1/23/2012
10. Duke 1/23/2012
11. Epithalamium 7/27/2018
12. Epithalamium 1/23/2012
13. Feeling The Draft 1/23/2012
14. For Three Whose Reflex Was Yes 1/23/2012
15. Full Flight 1/23/2012
16. Go Greyhound 7/27/2018
17. Go Greyhound 1/23/2012
18. Happy First Anniversary (In Anticipation Of Your Thirty Ninth) 3/14/2014
19. Happy first anniversary (in anticipation of your thirty ninth) 7/27/2018
20. Her My Body 1/23/2012
21. In Michael Robins’s Class Minus One 1/23/2012
22. In Michael Robins's class minus one 7/27/2018
23. In The Loop 1/23/2012
24. Learning To Swim 1/23/2012
25. Man Of The House 1/23/2012
26. Mortal Shower 1/23/2012
27. My Most Recent Position Paper 7/27/2018
28. O My Pa-Pa 1/23/2012
29. Other Lives And Dimensions And Finally A Love Poem 1/13/2003
30. Poem ending with a murder/suicide 7/27/2018
31. Prodigal 1/23/2012
32. Report From The Black Box 1/23/2012
33. Sudden Movements 1/13/2003
34. The Big Book of Therapy 7/27/2018
35. The Maple 1/1/2004
36. The pregnancy of words 7/27/2018
37. The Semantics Of Flowers On Memorial Day 1/23/2012
38. The Smiths, As I Understand Them 3/8/2012
39. Toward Accuracy 1/23/2012
40. Translator's Note 1/23/2012

Comments about Bob Hicok

  • Deanne Hart (7/11/2013 9:13:00 AM)

    Just discovered Bob Hicok in recent New Yorker. Varieties of Cool. all about grapes, and a friend with a cough that became an acronym. Great stuff.

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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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