poet Robert Pinsky

Robert Pinsky

#352 on top 500 poets

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  • Anthony Mazza Jr (12/30/2018 11:28:00 AM)

    I love to find myself laughing in the midst of my own confusion, but the guy claws it back too quickly... still, I keep reading, hoping for another.

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  • Charles Boyer (1/1/2010 7:56:00 AM)

    Read this several times and it grows fuller and more complete each time. It packs a lot in here, about desire and tragedy and time.

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Best Poem of Robert Pinsky

To Television

Not a "window on the world"
But as we call you,
A box a tube

Terrarium of dreams and wonders.
Coffer of shades, ordained
Cotillion of phosphors
Or liquid crystal

Homey miracle, tub
Of acquiescence, vein of defiance.
Your patron in the pantheon would be Hermes

Raster dance,
Quick one, little thief, escort
Of the dying and comfort of the sick,

In a blue glow my father and little sister sat
Snuggled in one chair watching you
Their wife and mother was sick in the head
I scorned you and them as I scorned so much

Now I like you ...

Read the full of To Television

The Night Game

Some of us believe
We would have conceived romantic
Love out of our own passions
With no precedents,
Without songs and poetry--
Or have invented poetry and music
As a comb of cells for the honey.

Shaped by ignorance,