Stephen Dobyns


Stephen Dobyns Poems

1. Cezanne's Success 8/27/2016
2. The Birth Of Angels 8/27/2016
3. Do They Have A Reason? 8/27/2016
4. The Last Take-Out Supper 8/27/2016
5. SANTIAGO: FIVE MEN IN THE STREET: NUMBER ONE 8/27/2016
6. Pablo Neruda 8/27/2016
7. At the Ocean He Studied the Waves 8/27/2016
8. Sometimes Confusion Was Veil 8/27/2016
9. The Clouds Above the Mountains 8/27/2016
10. The New Austerity 8/27/2016
11. Visitor 8/27/2016
12. Consolations of Water 8/27/2016
13. The Body's Joy 8/27/2016
14. Song of Basic Necessities 8/27/2016
15. Can Poetry Matter? 8/27/2016
16. Why Fool Around? 8/27/2016
17. Thus He Endured 8/27/2016
18. Thelonious Monk 8/27/2016
19. The Invitations Overhead 8/27/2016
20. Cezanne and the Love of Color 8/27/2016
21. Cecil 8/27/2016
22. Sun Gazers 8/27/2016
23. Cezanne's Seclusion 8/27/2016
24. Yellow Beak 6/18/2015
25. The Street 9/30/2015
26. Over a Cup of Coffee 8/27/2016
27. It's Like This 8/27/2016
28. Pursuit 8/27/2016
29. Waking 8/27/2016
30. Oh, Immobility, Death 8/27/2016
31. Freight Cars 8/27/2016
32. Cemetery Nights 8/27/2016
33. Tomatoes 8/27/2016
34. The Delicate, Plummeting Bodies 8/27/2016
35. No Map 8/27/2016
36. Where We Are 8/27/2016
37. Lost 8/27/2016
38. How To Like It 8/27/2016
39. Grief 8/27/2016
40. Loud Music 1/13/2003

Comments about Stephen Dobyns

  • FRANK GRANDE (6/18/2018 10:10:00 AM)

    READ MY FIRST DOBYNS , IS FAT BOB DEAD YET. LAUGHED ALL THROUGH IT, GREAT WRITING, SHOULD BE A MOVIE.

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Best Poem of Stephen Dobyns

Loud Music

My stepdaughter and I circle round and round.
You see, I like the music loud, the speakers
throbbing, jam-packing the room with sound whether
Bach or rock and roll, the volume cranked up so
each bass notes is like a hand smacking the gut.
But my stepdaughter disagrees. She is four
and likes the music decorous, pitched below
her own voice-that tenuous projection of self.
With music blasting, she feels she disappears,
is lost within the blare, which in fact I like.
But at four what she wants is self-location
and uses her voice as a porpoise uses
its sonar: to...

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The Street

Across the street, the carpenter carries a golden
board across one shoulder, much as he bears the burdens
of his life. Dressed in white, his only weakness is
temptation. Now he builds another wall to screen him.

The little girl pursues her bad red ball, hits it once
with her blue racket, hits it once again. She must
teach it the rules balls must follow and it turns her
quite wild to see how it leers at her, then winks.

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