Robert Rorabeck Poems

You need to come home to me from the
Offensive legions:
Because this dusk has no eyes, and no
Juliet—
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Life is hard all the way around
The angels:
Even as the college blooms as it was
Paid to do:
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I have no special roses
Or anywhere else where I can move—
The acolytes pantomime
The stars as the stewardesses leap across
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Artform of plumped legs:
Of you climbing up to her,
Satisfied with death’s gifts: and you
Have a sword
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There in a tweed outcome- pretending to be a
Friend of hummingbirds along their
Busy highway-
When the airplanes are milking the sky,
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Parade in the trombones of plebian castles:
I look at images of Vachel Lindsay the day before
I leave for Shanghai:
The roads were so busy today, two days before
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I am not going to see you anymore tomorrow-
Dancing a thunderous jig-
The same way you have never seen aspens,
Because they don’t grow
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I do not read for you my alphabet of tigers:
It is not publishable,
As the teacher lays sweating outside with his students,
Thinking that some of them are terribly beautiful,
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You know that the séances were broken by trees,
And now that your children are
Asleep and thumb-sucked,
Christmas is finally laying in: even the stewardesses
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You know that the séances were broken by trees,
And now that your children are
Asleep and thumb-sucked,
Christmas is finally laying in: even the stewardesses
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