Robert Rorabeck Poems

I want to be with you: I don’t want to lie alone
Anymore upon the grass,
Watching the little gems of grasshoppers and cicadas leave their
Old skins for the woods,
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Even now all the night shines, and you don’t call me:
These are my silly wishes to world that knows nothing at all of
Them,
These are the most silent of prayers, the candles inside their
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I make these games out of a cannibalistic night:
I eat myself across the grand highways and fjords where the
Silliest and most beautiful of flowers
Prove to have no lovers,
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I want to join you now
Even before we have to eat lunch:
I want to place my hand on the browned opals of your
Knee:
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The night fills up anything that it can:
It feels up the houses and the lands of this world,
If anything,
That is what it does, while your eyes still burn for me:
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I make these games out of a cannibalistic night:
I eat myself across the grand highways and fjords where the
Silliest and most beautiful of flowers
Prove to have no lovers,
...

I make these games out of a cannibalistic night:
I eat myself across the grand highways and fjords where the
Silliest and most beautiful of flowers
Prove to have no lovers,
...

I want to join you now
Even before we have to eat lunch:
I want to place my hand on the browned opals of your
Knee:
...

I am always caracoled by the quietest yards of landscaping
Through which the always migrating butterflies and
Serpents move;
And they are ever so wise, or they are not so wise as to
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I am not alright to feel these wordless things:
Wingless, like wingless airplanes:
I am not alright to move again, until the days come
With all of their fathers
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