Stephen Dobyns


Stephen Dobyns Poems

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

Over a cup of coffee or sitting on a park bench or
walking the dog, he would recall some incident
from his youth—nothing significant—climbing a tree
in his backyard, waiting in left field for a batter's
swing, sitting in a parked car with a girl whose face
he no longer remembered, his hand on her breast
and his body electric; memories to look at with
curiosity, the harmless behavior of a stranger, with
nothing to regret or elicit particular joy. And

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