Ernest Hilbert

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

Ernest Hilbert Poems

1. Church Street 6/21/2006
2. Gold Rush (On Disposing Of An Old Sofa) 6/21/2006
3. Meet And Greet 6/21/2006
4. Dear Plato 6/21/2006
5. In Bed For A Week 6/21/2006
6. Love Poem 6/21/2006
7. A Writer’s Life 6/21/2006
8. Elegy 6/21/2006
9. Nibelungensage 6/21/2006
10. Circe 6/21/2006
11. Midway Through A Now Familiar Passage 6/21/2006
12. When Tracing New Borders 6/21/2006
13. Glass Of Absinthe 6/21/2006
14. Dusk In The Ruins 2/26/2018
15. Sailing The Mullica River (Great Bay Estuary)1978 2/26/2018
16. Ashore 2/26/2018
17. Drift 2/26/2018
18. Kalypso 2/26/2018
19. 2/26/2018
20. The Fast 2/26/2018
21. Levavi Oculos 2/26/2018
22. Nights Of 1998 2/26/2018
23. City-Scape Gentlemen's Club, Queens 2/26/2018
24. Dinner Flushed Down The Toilet 2/26/2018
25. Gravedigger's Song 2/26/2018
26. Sunrise With Sea Monsters 2/26/2018
27. Panthera 2/26/2018
28. Goddess In The Shape Of A Bird 2/26/2018
29. Dusk In A Crowded Train Compartment, Regretting My Life 2/26/2018
30. 4am Cab Ride 2/26/2018
31. Outsider Art 2/26/2018
32. "Past Present Future" 2/26/2018
33. Gratitude 2/26/2018
34. Stargazer Lilies 2/26/2018
35. Green Line, West Philadelphia 2/26/2018
36. An Aging Drunk Observes The Blizzard 2/26/2018
37. Times Literary Supplement 2/26/2018
38. Cover To Cover 2/26/2018
39. Seneca At The Baths 2/26/2018
40. All Of You On The Good Earth 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

The Haywain

Bosch’s demons, roosting against
The luminous sky of the Low Countries,
Emerge shaped of stone or dirty light,
Perched atop the haywain blowing
Long slender horns. These jigging imps,
Eager to guide peasants from their

Rustic scenery to another unknowable one,
Are themselves missing or far

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