Robert Rorabeck Poems

She is married,
But she accepts and the dreams
Are like pantomimes all across the child’s
Playground wall, and the palms
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Could I turn back time if I bought
The house on Anastasia Island, the one
Built in the middle of last century, before
Even Tolkien had discovered a voice
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The silence is pervasive,
As the caravan approaches midnight,
And I am on my bed but cannot feel her.
Girls with outstanding I.Q.s are looking good,
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I could love the waves
As they came upon me with great unconsciousness,
Love the salt of a tremulous embrace,
And the mimesis they return to the sun
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While I am here another poem,
A crapshoot at eternity, a roll of dice,
I carve my name into the auburn sky:
This is my tourism, my saccharine hobby,
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If I raised their reindeer from the dead
The forest would die in soon processions,
The rains would come but have no matter,
Being for I am quite different from the boys in town.
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The likelihood of petrifaction
By the level 5 monster
Is astonishingly high.
Then again, he will turn you
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I was the only one in a class of fifty
Who defended Holden Caulfield,
Even though I look like Robert Ackley,
Have his name,
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Call me by something better,
A golden word,
Not by my Anglo-Saxon utterance,
Something long ago conquered by France:
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Midnight passes against me,
And Sara Teasdale sighs,
Her lips have touched the gloom again,
And the fairies of her eyes have dowsed their
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