Author: Robert Pinsky

Dire one and desired one, Savior, sentencer In an old allegory you would carry A chained alphabet of tokens: Ankh […]

The opening scene. The yellow, coal-fed fog Uncurling over the tainted city river, A young girl rowing and her anxious […]

A monosyllabic European called Sax Invents a horn, walla whirledy wah, a kind of twisted Brazen clarinet, but with its […]

The back, the yoke, the yardage. Lapped seams, The nearly invisible stitches along the collar Turned in a sweatshop by […]

Some of us believe We would have conceived romantic Love out of our own passions With no precedents, Without songs […]

Not a “window on the world” But as we call you, A box a tube Terrarium of dreams and wonders. […]

to Robert Hass and in memory of Elliot Gilbert Slow dulcimer, gavotte and bow, in autumn, Bashõ and his friends […]

In the willows along the river at Pleasure Bay A catbird singing, never the same phrase twice. Here under the […]