Edward Hirsch

(20 January 1950 / Chicago)

Edward Hirsch Poems

1. A Greek Island 4/2/2015
2. Amour Honestus 11/20/2014
3. Cotton Candy 2/18/2015
4. The Skokie Theater 1/20/2012
5. I'M Going To Start Living Like A Mystic 1/20/2012
6. Branch Library 1/20/2012
7. What The Last Evening Will Be Like 1/20/2012
8. To Poetry 1/20/2012
9. Wild Gratitude 1/20/2012
10. Lay Back The Darkness 1/20/2012
11. The Widening Sky 1/20/2012
12. Poor Angels 1/20/2012
13. Fall 1/20/2012
14. Edward Hopper And The House By The Railroad (1925) 1/20/2012
15. After A Long Insomniac Night 1/20/2012
16. Early Sunday Morning 1/20/2012
17. For The Sleepwalkers 1/20/2012
18. In Memoriam Paul Celan 1/20/2003
19. Late March 1/20/2012
20. Fast Break 1/13/2003

Comments about Edward Hirsch

  • Elaine Bauman (4/26/2018 6:24:00 AM)

    Edward Hirsch is killing me softly. Each poem speaks deep into my heart.

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  • Sawsan Elgamal Sawsan Elgamal (5/12/2017 11:13:00 PM)

    Edward Hirsch is the most inspiring poet that I learned from his books. I find myself through his words, like if we came from the same world now or even in another life I don't know, but that what I feel.

Best Poem of Edward Hirsch

Fast Break

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, ...

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In Memoriam Paul Celan

Lay these words into the dead man's grave
next to the almonds and black cherries---
tiny skulls and flowering blood-drops, eyes,
and Thou, O bitterness that pillows his head.

Lay these words on the dead man's eyelids
like eyebrights, like medieval trumpet flowers
that will flourish, this time, in the shade.
Let the beheaded tulips glisten with rain.

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