Robert Pinsky

(October 20, 1940 / New Jersey)

Robert Pinsky Poems

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

In the willows along the river at Pleasure Bay
A catbird singing, never the same phrase twice.
Here under the pines a little off the road
In 1927 the Chief of Police
And Mrs. W. killed themselves together,
Sitting in a roadster. Ancient unshaken pilings
And underwater chunks of still-mortared brick
In shapes like bits of puzzle strew the bottom
Where the landing was for Price's Hotel and Theater.

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