Edward Hirsch Poems
- Fast Break A hook shot kisses the rim and hangs there, ...
- Late March Saturday morning in late March. I was alone and ...
- In Memoriam Paul Celan Lay these words into the dead man's ...
- For The Sleepwalkers Tonight I want to say something ...
- Early Sunday Morning I used to mock my father and his ...
- After A Long Insomniac Night I walked down to the sea in the ...
- Fall Fall, falling, fallen. That's the way the season ...
Edward Hirsch is an American poet and critic who wrote a national bestseller about reading poetry. He has published eight books of poems, including The Living Fire: New and Selected Poems (2010), which brings together thirty-five years of work. He is president of the John Simon Guggenheim Memorial Foundation in New York City (not to be mistaken with E. D. Hirsch, Jr.).
Hirsch was born in Chicago. He had a childhood involvement with poetry, which he later explored at Grinnell College and the University of Pennsylvania, where he received a Ph.D. in folklore.
Hirsch was a professor of English at Wayne State University. In 1985, he joined the faculty at the ... more »
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In Memory of Dennis Turner, 1946-1984
A hook shot kisses the rim and
hangs there, helplessly, but doesn't drop,
and for once our gangly starting center
boxes out his man and times his jump
perfectly, gathering the orange leather
from the air like a cherished possession
and spinning around to throw a strike
to the outlet who is already shoveling
an underhand pass toward the other guard
scissoring past a flat-footed defender
who looks stunned and nailed to the floor
in the wrong direction, trying to catch sight
of a high, ...