Ernest Hilbert

Rookie - 237 Points (April 4th,1970 / Philadelphia)

Ernest Hilbert Poems

1. "Good Taste Is The Excuse I've Always Given" 2/26/2018
2. "Past Present Future" 2/26/2018
3. 4am Cab Ride 2/26/2018
4. 2/26/2018
5. A Few Drinks And We're All Poets 2/27/2018
6. A Legend About Cats 2/26/2018
7. A Writer’s Life 6/21/2006
8. After We Escaped The Tombs Of The Blind Dead 2/26/2018
9. All Of You On The Good Earth 2/26/2018
10. An Aging Drunk Observes The Blizzard 2/26/2018
11. Apparition At Moss-Hanne 2/26/2018
12. Ashore 2/26/2018
13. At The Archaeological Institute Of America's Annual Meeting 2/26/2018
14. At The Florida Antiquarian Book Fair 2/26/2018
15. At The Grave Of Thomas Eakins, Late Winter 2/27/2018
16. Atlantica 2/26/2018
17. Barnegat Light 2/26/2018
18. Between Sides Seven And Eight Of Die Walküre 2/26/2018
19. Biglin Brothers Racing 2/27/2018
20. Broad And Washington 2/26/2018
21. Calavera For A Friend 2/27/2018
22. Caligulan 2/26/2018
23. Cash For Gold 2/26/2018
24. Church Street 6/21/2006
25. Circe 6/21/2006
26. Circle Of The Tyrants 2/26/2018
27. City-Scape Gentlemen's Club, Queens 2/26/2018
28. Coil 2/27/2018
29. Consolations Of Autumn 2/26/2018
30. Corned Beef Hash And Two Eggs Over Easy, Coffee 6/21/2006
31. Coronation Of Sesostris 6/21/2006
32. Cover To Cover 2/26/2018
33. Cryptid 2/26/2018
34. Day In The Park 2/26/2018
35. Dear Plato 6/21/2006
36. Demography 2/26/2018
37. Dinner Flushed Down The Toilet 2/26/2018
38. Disasters Of War 6/21/2006
39. Dishwasher 2/26/2018
40. Dog Days (Caniculares Dies) 2/26/2018

Comments about Ernest Hilbert

  • Lamont Palmer (12/21/2009 10:44:00 AM)

    Good critics often write some of the best poetry. Hilbert is no exception. He is a poet of great depth and verbal dexterity without being obscure beyond comprehension. Always an interesting read. -LP

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Best Poem of Ernest Hilbert

Ecstasy Of St. Teresa

I listened to Bach for eight hours
After she left into the snow,

Disappointed with my library
And choice of whiskey—

She divested my apartment
Of her hair, denuded it of form,

Her voice and beauty—
Sauntered into late skies

Past breweries that light
The city’s edge with steam,

Leaving me with bottles and my
Old skylight

And the landlord banging on my wall
“You keep quiet now. You always

“Make too much noise in there when
Girls come and leave.”

Read the full of Ecstasy Of St. Teresa

Rorschach

Fuzz-head & coconut-gun stumbled on the hard wet sand
Humid boardwalk haze and grey choke-mist reruns in Little Odessa

Brighton Beach
Smokestacks gushing ink and soot like Krakow in a black-and-white war film,
And blank-windowed tenements
Leaning over the El like giant Easter Island heads
We huddled in the bathroom stall
Over a box of badly-cut cocaine

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