Geoffrey Brock Poems
- Bryant Park at Dusk Floodlights have flared on behind and ...
- Flesh of John Brown's Flesh: 2...
- The Day It hangs on its stem like a plum at...
- Daddy: 1933 If one takes a walk on a clear sunny day ...
- Charles Graner Is Not America Let's get this straight: ...
- The Beautiful Animal By the time I recalled that it is also ...
- And Day Brought Back My Night It was so simple: you came back...
Geoffrey Brock (born 1964) is an American poet and translator.
He received a Masters in Fine Arts from the University of Florida in 1998. He also holds a PhD in Comparative Literature from the University of Pennsylvania.
His poems have been published in Poetry Magazine, Paris Review, PN Review, New England Review, The Hudson Review, and The Best American Poetry 2007. He teaches poetry and translation in the graduate creative writing program at the University of Arkansas.
Brock is married to the writer Padma Viswanathan and they have two children.
His translations have received a number of prizes and fellowships, including the Academy of American Poets' Raiziss/de Palchi ... more »
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Bryant Park at Dusk
Floodlights have flared on behind and above
Where I sit in my public chair.
The lawn that had gradually darkened has brightened.
The library windows stare.
I'm alone in a crowd—e pluribus plures.
Far from a family I miss.
I'd almost say I'm lonely, but lonely
Is worse, I recall, than this.
Loneliness is a genuine poverty.
I'm like a man who is flush
But forgot his wallet on the nightstand
When he left for work in a rush,
And now must go without food and coffee