Robert Pinsky

(October 20, 1940 / New Jersey)

Robert Pinsky Poems

1. December Blues 11/6/2015
2. Paschal 1/2/2012
3. Ceremony For Any Beginning 12/20/2014
4. An Explanation Of America: A Love Of Death 1/2/2012
5. Stupid Meditation On Peace 1/2/2012
6. Poem About People 1/2/2012
7. The Hearts 1/2/2012
8. Glory 1/2/2012
9. First Things To Hand 1/2/2012
10. The Green Piano 1/2/2012
11. Doctor Frolic 1/2/2012
12. Samurai Song 1/2/2012
13. Essay On Psychiatrists 1/2/2012
14. Ginza Samba 1/13/2003
15. Poem With Refrains 1/13/2003
16. The Refinery 1/20/2003
17. Ode To Meaning 1/13/2003
18. The Night Game 1/13/2003
19. At Pleasure Bay 1/13/2003
20. Shirt 1/13/2003
21. To Television 1/13/2003
22. Impossible To Tell 1/13/2003
Best Poem of Robert Pinsky

Impossible To Tell

to Robert Hass and in memory of Elliot Gilbert

Slow dulcimer, gavotte and bow, in autumn,
Bashõ and his friends go out to view the moon;
In summer, gasoline rainbow in the gutter,

The secret courtesy that courses like ichor
Through the old form of the rude, full-scale joke,
Impossible to tell in writing. 'Bashõ'

He named himself, 'Banana Tree': banana
After the plant some grateful students gave him,
Maybe in appreciation of his guidance

Threading a long night through the rules and channels
Of their collaborative linking-poem
Scored in ...

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The back, the yoke, the yardage. Lapped seams,
The nearly invisible stitches along the collar
Turned in a sweatshop by Koreans or Malaysians

Gossiping over tea and noodles on their break
Or talking money or politics while one fitted
This armpiece with its overseam to the band

Of cuff I button at my wrist. The presser, the cutter,

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