Ernest Hilbert

Rookie (April 4th,1970 / Philadelphia)

Ernest Hilbert Poems

41. Glass Of Absinthe 6/21/2006
42. Rooms By The Sea 6/21/2006
43. Nostalgia Of Space 6/21/2006
44. Perfect Form Of Flying 6/21/2006
45. In Seed Time 6/21/2006
46. Melencolia 6/21/2006
47. Study Of Clouds 6/21/2006
48. Corned Beef Hash And Two Eggs Over Easy, Coffee 6/21/2006
49. Surrender Of Breda 6/21/2006
50. Did Not Create Evil 6/21/2006
51. On The Twenty-Fifth Anniversary Of John Lennon’s Murder 6/21/2006
52. Elegy For A Vanquished Pineapple 6/21/2006
53. Standing Female Nude 6/21/2006
54. Ecstasy Of St. Teresa 6/21/2006
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.”

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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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