Ernest Hilbert

Rookie (April 4th,1970 / Philadelphia)

Ernest Hilbert Poems

1. Rorschach 6/21/2006
2. Superbia (Vanity) 6/21/2006
3. The Sin Originates Them 6/21/2006
4. The Suit 6/21/2006
5. Young Girl, And Death 6/21/2006
6. Ulysses Deriding Polyphemus 6/21/2006
7. Disasters Of War 6/21/2006
8. The Haywain 6/21/2006
9. Triumph Of Death 6/21/2006
10. View Of Dordrecht 6/21/2006
11. Diana In The Winter Wind 6/21/2006
12. Memoria In Aeternum 6/21/2006
13. Libidinal 6/21/2006
14. Repetition 19 6/21/2006
15. Coronation Of Sesostris 6/21/2006
16. Depressionism 6/21/2006
17. She Who Was The Helmet-Maker’s Beautiful Wife 6/21/2006
18. Entombment I, Ii 6/21/2006
19. What Price 6/21/2006
20. Demonica 6/21/2006
21. Church Street 6/21/2006
22. Gold Rush (On Disposing Of An Old Sofa) 6/21/2006
23. Meet And Greet 6/21/2006
24. Dear Plato 6/21/2006
25. In Bed For A Week 6/21/2006
26. Love Poem 6/21/2006
27. A Writer’s Life 6/21/2006
28. Elegy 6/21/2006
29. Epistle 6/21/2006
30. I Can’t Sleep Without Pills And It’s Cold 6/21/2006
31. Le Serpent Dans La Galere 6/21/2006
32. Nibelungensage 6/21/2006
33. One War And One Light 6/21/2006
34. Orpheus Listening At The Earth 6/21/2006
35. Adoration Of Shepherds 6/21/2006
36. Circe 6/21/2006
37. Four Sketches For Characters In Landscapes 6/21/2006
38. Jason 6/21/2006
39. Midway Through A Now Familiar Passage 6/21/2006
40. When Tracing New Borders 6/21/2006

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


Though what remains is less than what was sought,
Less contained in the round of day and sea,
It is more refrain than chorus, no verse,
Lost din where words fell clear, short of a thought.

So this is what happens. So this is it.
Each book weighs down a pound more on the spine,
And that first long search yielded little expected,
Just grew heavier, more lost in transit.

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