Robert Dawson

Robert Dawson Poems

PROSERPINA

Proserpina,
migratory seabird, child
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CONFIDENCE MAN

His images: funnel
in damp sand, lamp
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RANDOM ADDENDA
to the Meditations of Marcus Aurelius
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Hepatitis

Flat on my back, a foot-square paperback
of The New Golden Bough propped
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FOR A FUNERAL ANNOUNCEMENT

Damn it, Science! You've failed us again!
I though you'd master everlasting life
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Catfish

Where can I bury the gills
and guts of all the fish I caught
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SHELLEY

His arms St. Andrew's cross flat on his chest,
helpless while Leman's beer froth whitecaps clapped
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TARZAN

Of hartebeast, waterbuck,
wildebeast, the nuzzle-nuzzle
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ORIGINS OF CONSCIOUSNESS

Little bird
speck of life
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FORT HILL

Dogs
mammaldom's Boston Irish
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ANNE SEXTON

MUSIC SWIMS BACK TO ME
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Rainer Maria Rilke
Duino Elegy V - Freely Rewritten in English

Picasso: Les Saltimbanques
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A POSTCARD OF MT. MCKINLEY

Nothing like a cheery night
in bed with the hand...
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During the War

My age during the war, my old man had a pin-
pricked ear. His war effort was hauling loads
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CAR HOUSE

When mother's '40 Nash gave up the ghost
father stalled it in the dunes outside the court
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BIBLE CAMP

1. January, Caracalla's Baths were bare
as grocery crates. The codger
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SKIPPING STONES ON THE AEGEAN

So culture bound I get a hard-on
thinking of classical nudity
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Giacomo Leopardi
THE INFINITE

Dear to me always is this lonely hill
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Rafters

Hauling rafters out of Mason City
across Dakotas when no roads
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THE PIGEON ROOF
The speaker is a high school student in California.

Of Science: The flapping flight of birds
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The Best Poem Of Robert Dawson

A Love Poem

PROSERPINA

Proserpina,
migratory seabird, child
of divorce, who bides
her winters in the polarized
sunlight of Arizona,
her summers in the squalling camps
between the toes of glaciers...
lover of two men,
lover of both parents, faithful to neither...
for whom only the poles are comfortable,
only the solstices homey;
for you the midlands are intemperate,
equinoxes of abrupt concomitance, where both
your lovers smile the unconciliatory
smiles of divorced parents
who must yield you trusting
each to each.
Hyperboles are safer:
you thrust them apart, they leave you room.
And yet you cry for thaw or frost,
mid-latitudes, the remarriage
of your lovers, yourself begowned
in both summer and winter plumage.


The Aurorean, June 2004

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