robert dickerson Poems

</></></>There. I have memorized the entire Iliad.
Over literally thousands of bus rides I have memorized the Iliad.
Not just the highlights but the poem entire and whole.
Hundreds of pages, chapters, episodes and scenes.
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</></>Bicker, bicker, bicker. What a goosey lot.
For if you think bickering sounds bad in English
You really should hear it in Lacedemonian Greek;
And to feel the waves, black as mavrodavne,
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Shaken, as from allnight labor, the marigolds
lean their heads against the windowbox,

itself
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'How do you like kids? ' she said.
'Well-done, I replied.
'I (she said) couldn't disagree more
'They're much better rare.'
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There was an island in the deep, blue sea
where no one ever died or was born
because these hum-drum events were profane
to the god whose getaway it was-don't ask me why.
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And enjoyed their work. They loved bright colors; wove, spun,
spoke a strange mellifluous language, laughed alot,
forgave much, didn't know what money was,
didn't have cell phones or I-Pods or Google,
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Larry feeds Basho,
still the thing won't go, orchid-
grass and timothy.
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March light, the sun fan-like in Pisces, the annual ebullience.
how we feel better with a little UVB.
Catastrophe and elegances unfurled.
Energy to conjugate a verb. 'te quiero'. Not like the girl
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Andalusia, pursued by Furies, may have a panic disorder.
Will it work?
$150 per month, divided between the kids by the grandmother.
Will it work? Out?
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Broken nails and blackened teeth
both the known bane of liars
spare you, Verena, ok, but
why should I believe you?
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