Biography of Robert Ronnow
Robert Ronnow's Works:
New & Selected Poems: 1975-2005
Communicating the Bird
Robert Ronnow Poems
To Have Loved Mary
Today is Sunday and I'm going to the ocean or maybe not. Definitely not doing the laundry or maybe I will. Moss and even a small tree grow in the rotten stubs of the pier pilings.
Rereading the poems of others and my own. Community across time and graves. What's left exceeds in significance
Late in life I struggle against my insignificance When I should enjoy the freedom from performance before an audience. Applause is happiness but if they withhold applause,
Suppose there is no life in space, just us. And we inhabit Mars, air condition Venus. Hold family barbecues, national holidays
Spring peepers stop peeping. A satellite crosses sky. One peeper keeps peeping in time to the satellite blinking, an eye.
Having not done the things I wanted to do and the things I've done not being what I wanted to do I sit here looking at lichen on the north side of trees.
Stay Together. Learn The Flowers. Go Lig...
1 At peace perhaps too much a fine Spring rain
The Scientific Way To Do Mathematics
As air and leaf litter are substrate for the bird. And what makes a human. Separation from the substrate. Believing the substrate and the subject are separately
The Canopy And Economy
Sun and traffic - day economy. Six a.m. drive to plywood mill. Too tired to be angry. Each day a step toward death. What is being accomplished? The
Almost Spring but only February almost February but only January only January but almost March.
The teacher dies having made her small contribution to the colonization of other planets by motivating a boy who would otherwise be a coal miner to become a rocket engineer.
Oh Pilot Me
RNA or DNA polymerase, an enzyme, protein, attracted to promoter molecules in the polypeptide chain causing a zipper
The Invention Of Zero
Zero. By which nothing is divided. No zero no negative
There is no religion in meditation but it's worth visiting with your mind in the morning. What will you find?
Zach Sklar's Dream
A man and a woman are living
in a jungle. The man has lived there
all his life but the woman is new
so she's scared. The jungle is full
of snapping turtles and they are hunting some.
The man knows how to hunt them
and he kills a huge one. They drag it home
and leave it on a wooden table
in a clearing overnight. He says to the woman