Tagged: robert pinsky

Poem: I Learned Today

I learned today Several important things about the world Let’s count that as an epic win While we weep If ignorance is bliss, then knowing must be something else entirely That was not one of the things I learned today   I learned today The Pope from Argentina The one with the nice smile This...

Poem: Water and Honey

Water flows downstream. Water seeks the nadir. Honey does, too. But whereas water finds crevasses and depressions, Filling all the little lacunae, Seduced by gravity and soaked in its own enthusiasm, Honey journeys won’t be assimilated. They conclude only when you can’t get any lower, When you stumble into a ceaselessly bleak pit of despair,...

Poem: Life Sculptor

We don’t author our biographies. We sculpt them, chipping and chiseling, peeling back the onionskin strata accretions of time, calcified history. The layers of remaindered remnants. What’s been piled on previous to our arrival taunts just beyond our reach, like the inscrutable object of desire who can’t and will not ever requite our boundless love....

Poem: Two Beans

  Two reluctant beans Stalwart in their pod Refused to jump into the jar below Where thousands like them lay in wait The aging man The aging boy The coddled son who never fully recovered from the inconsolable shock of discovering He cannot have everything he wants The former conquistador The recently retired lothario The...

Poem: Guilty

  I’m off parole I’m on the dole I’m on patrol for deep-fried dough The initial superficial deal was hastily rejected but a subtle plea bargain was readily accepted Conciliatory counsel bounced me to a flea market where a meal was haggled over so some would get less and one a bit more I ended...

Poem: Never Lonely

  Now that I’m alone with my thoughts Now that I’m alone, with my thoughts Now that I’m alone. With my thoughts   Nothing has changed from the moment before Nothing has changed from the moment, before Nothing has changed. From the moment before   I was in a crowd acutely aware of my solitude...

Poem: Go On

How do you go on when every morning brings news of the intolerable, the intolerable that we all tolerate? How do you consciously continue the divine comedy, momentarily detouring Dante’s hoary inferno infested with infamy and ferocious flames, braising the bottoms of all who perpetrate the unallowable? How do you smile while the unacceptable must...

Poem: Beautiful World

Sitting on a bench beside a Scottish canal, watching the locks rising and the Lochs glowing he crossed his legs and placed his hands upon worn corduroy wales that had seen much of the civilized world. “It’s a beautiful world,” he said, smiling, an eternal boy peering from behind octogenarian eye-creases.  “It’s a beautiful world....

Poem: Needed

When a refrain becomes a din flooding the eternal internal monologue with variations of “What have I accomplished?” That is when you know the looking-back-on-my-life process has officially begun. A puff of smoke, and then a crack. If you’ll step this way, just over here, I’ll tell you secrets that everyone knows. How charming now...

“House Hour” (PoemJazz2)

“House Hour” is the second installment in the landmark “PoemJazz” collaboration between poet Robert Pinsky and pianist Laurence Hobgood. Everything that was good in the debut is even better here. Pinsky has mastered his instrument, transforming his voice from “peculiar” to “unique.” Hobgood’s musicality and virtuosity dazzles. And the production — the mix, the equalization, the...