Robert Rorabeck Poems

He will come home to you—oh glorious bodies
Absent minded into a church—
But tomorrow he will not buy you ice-cream—
You will have to awaken next to him in the morning and
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It doesn't take so very long to surrender
Yesterdays echoes the very tit teaming at the very gates
Of another echinopsis of Disney World—
While then, all of the boys are already dissolved
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Oh joy in the toy box of yum-yum:
Yes again a tomorrow of tomorrow—and all of that vision:
While you never have to go home without
The television being on—and this being your sport—
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Peaceful deluge does not know where
I am going,
Going in a peacefully hidden way—enjoying the
Stars as close as flowers
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Why not a river going her way, wound
Like the suburban tropics, languid, tangled—all of
The evidence that it needs—
And in this plays you can sometimes go to
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Beautiful as a young woman lost in the
Daydream of a boxcar between the bosoms of
The mountains—she might as well die here,
Like song birds collecting their hearts into the snow—
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All of the different gods have the same love,
And hold to it by the metamorphosis’s of the day: they go along
The racetracks of the dogs,
Or of the milkmaids lying golden headed in the hay:
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Now we sang of the infinite yards: and now this:
And now this:
The way I sometimes still see my own mother inside the blue carport
Getting undressed and electrocuted:
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Now we sang of the infinite yards: and now this:
And now this:
The way I sometimes still see my own mother inside the blue carport
Getting undressed and electrocuted:
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Now is all in the skinny green of arrows shot
Above the prairies of harmless orchards:
Now is all of this, like the far away singing of my mother
Pressed like a hopeless romantic to my father’s
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