Robert Rorabeck Poems

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1451.
Like A Fool

Going down again and making an easiness out
Of the incense of the gypsy camps I’ve seen grazing in
Alma’s eyes:
And I want to propose to her atop the hill we both surmounted
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1452.
The Entire Terrain Of This Earth

Somewhere here the pilgrims sleep:
They get boyfriends and rum, and you are already home,
Alma:
You have driven across the acclimated plains of West Palm Beach:
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1453.
Without Even Smiling

I want to walk to your house
Again, Alma, and sleep in the roofs and look down the blouses
Of the red throated mailboxes,
Because I have hit the conclusions again, Alma: but I don’t have
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1454.
Divine Plan

The highway is long and here:
There it goes like escargot whispering in my father’s ear,
And I never visit anybody’s house without watermelons.
And all of their spouses could breathe beside the pools
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1455.
Of Your Yesterday

The words travel on out like vagabonds with their feet,
And you are already lying on down with your man, Alma
Like a vagabond butterfly who has found something to eat:
And in the morning you will have to dropp Heidi off at
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1456.
Of All The Burried Currencies

Bodies are here and then they are not:
Souls are taking a vacation, and if I had prettier things then this
Then I would lay them across the knotted strings of marionettes
Across our fair and ventriloquist nation;
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1457.
In The Time Of Your Sorrows

Maybe I made love to you and maybe there are still Ferris
Wheels, Or maybe I am just as drunk as
A gold fish in its plastic bag sold away from your golden
Silhouette at the fair:
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1458.
The Most Beautiful Of Causes

Maybe like you say, you love him, Alma:
You love him, and these are your words.
The silent weeds who spread out like dancers before the cataracts of
The honeymoons of the sun.
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1459.
To Bless And Weep

I say I love you even as the petals weep and I don’t
Even know or not if you’ve been counting sheep,
And it hurts my soul that I had to lower my jaw and let you on
Hope, like the lowest scoops of the
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1460.
To A Nest That Aches Not To Be Alone

I’ve been reading and filling in the gaps over
Your make believe Guerrero, Alma:
I’ve been listening to little girls who are walking down
The street
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