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ansfavwords: And
when I touch you
in each of the places we meet
in all of the lives we are, it’s with hands that are
dying
and resurrected.
When I don’t touch you it’s a mistake in any life,
in each place and forever.
Bob Hicok
aquotebot: “I like sweeping words into piles and whispering good night.” –Bob Hicok
ansfavwords: And
when I touch you
in each of the places we meet
in all of the lives we are, it’s with hands that are
dying
and resurrected.
When I don’t touch you it’s a mistake in any life,
in each place and forever.
Bob Hicok
ink_just_ink: A poem for today, sadly, as for far too many days like it:
goodnatureart: Bob Hicok poem about coming home
caroline_oreo: Anyway this poem by Bob Hicok makes me want to sob
aquotebot: “Absence makes the heart. That’s it: absence makes the heart.” – Bob Hicok
liambatespoet: I have a poem in this issue, among so many amazing poets.
I'm sharing an issue with Bob Hicok aha wtf is going on.
jackmmmhouston: From yesterday’s AM Lockdown Poetry Workshop, from Red Rover Red Rover by Bob Hicok
emilyabenton: 5 of 5 stars to Red Rover Red Rover by Bob Hicok
ansfavwords: And
when I touch you
in each of the places we meet
in all of the lives we are, it’s with hands that are
dying
and resurrected.
When I don’t touch you it’s a mistake in any life,
in each place and forever.
Bob Hicok
YartynaWaer: “People scare me — most people and most of what they say — I'm happier if you're around me at a distance — of miles or years, whatever far is farther away —“
-Bob Hicok, from “I, hermit”
ansfavwords: And
when I touch you
in each of the places we meet
in all of the lives we are, it’s with hands that are
dying
and resurrected.
When I don’t touch you it’s a mistake in any life,
in each place and forever.
Bob Hicok
skydog811: “A Braid of Unknowing I Tie Before You” by Bob Hicok
ansfavwords: And
when I touch you
in each of the places we meet
in all of the lives we are, it’s with hands that are
dying
and resurrected.
When I don’t touch you it’s a mistake in any life,
in each place and forever.
Bob Hicok
fireIit: sweet, bob hicok
aquotebot: “I like sweeping words into piles and whispering good night.” –Bob Hicok
saye_mp3: — other lives and dimensions and finally a love poem (bob hicok)
ansfavwords: And
when I touch you
in each of the places we meet
in all of the lives we are, it’s with hands that are
dying
and resurrected.
When I don’t touch you it’s a mistake in any life,
in each place and forever.
Bob Hicok
riskywiver: This is where I get self-conscious about language,
words are love-affairs or séances or harpoons, there isn’t a sentence
that isn’t a plea.
This is where I don’t care that I’m half wrong when I say everything
is made entirely of light.
- Bob Hicok
riskywiver: That a portal exists in my wall that even its makers can't govern seems an accurate mirror of life.
- Bob Hicok
aquotebot: “Absence makes the heart. That’s it: absence makes the heart.” – Bob Hicok
obestbelovedac: 'Osiris, we beseech thee, rise and give us baseball'! ~ Bob Hicok, 'A Primer'
aliner: I took up skateboarding due to all the death
my wife and I have to come: her parents and mine
I'm not very good. I fell and broke
a tulip yesterday. The day before, I got a ticket
for not acting my age. I don't know
any of the jargon
- Bob Hicok
ansfavwords: And
when I touch you
in each of the places we meet
in all of the lives we are, it’s with hands that are
dying
and resurrected.
When I don’t touch you it’s a mistake in any life,
in each place and forever.
Bob Hicok
RondaBroatch: Oh, I found this gem of a poem today by Bob Hickok
ansfavwords: And
when I touch you
in each of the places we meet
in all of the lives we are, it’s with hands that are
dying
and resurrected.
When I don’t touch you it’s a mistake in any life,
in each place and forever.
Bob Hicok
aquotebot: “Absence makes the heart. That’s it: absence makes the heart.” – Bob Hicok
ansfavwords: And
when I touch you
in each of the places we meet
in all of the lives we are, it’s with hands that are
dying
and resurrected.
When I don’t touch you it’s a mistake in any life,
in each place and forever.
Bob Hicok
ansfavwords: And
when I touch you
in each of the places we meet
in all of the lives we are, it’s with hands that are
dying
and resurrected.
When I don’t touch you it’s a mistake in any life,
in each place and forever.
Bob Hicok
dialmformars: 12/12 - Sweet, Bob Hicok
it was easy to love everything
we knew of each other—I had a gift
and she had a desire
to accept that gift—we were whole
dialmformars: Sweet, Bob Hicok
yamabato: sweet by bob hicok
tothismay: whenever u think you have read every orange related poem u discover a new one. december specific one at that. bob hicok, “sweet”
ansfavwords: And
when I touch you
in each of the places we meet
in all of the lives we are, it’s with hands that are
dying
and resurrected.
When I don’t touch you it’s a mistake in any life,
in each place and forever.
Bob Hicok
edwereddie: "Up Up and Away", a poem by Bob Hicok |
rabihalameddine: Five years ago:
My Most Recent Position Paper by Bob Hicok
ansfavwords: And
when I touch you
in each of the places we meet
in all of the lives we are, it’s with hands that are
dying
and resurrected.
When I don’t touch you it’s a mistake in any life,
in each place and forever.
Bob Hicok
fabulistpappas: My Most Recent Position Paper Bob Hicok
A little bit of hammering
goes a long way toward making
the kind of noise I want my heart
to look up to—or have you ever
gone into a woods and applauded the light
that fights its way to the ground,
. . .
ansfavwords: And
when I touch you
in each of the places we meet
in all of the lives we are, it’s with hands that are
dying
and resurrected.
When I don’t touch you it’s a mistake in any life,
in each place and forever.
Bob Hicok
ansfavwords: And
when I touch you
in each of the places we meet
in all of the lives we are, it’s with hands that are
dying
and resurrected.
When I don’t touch you it’s a mistake in any life,
in each place and forever.
Bob Hicok
yashaswinij0: -Other Lives and Dimensions and Finally a Love Poem by Bob Hicok
AdrieLovesPie: Elegy with lies, by Bob Hicok
sumsflowers: on soulmates
f. scott fitzgerald / friedrich nietzsche / florence and the machine / andrea dworkin / kiersten white / euripides / audre lorde / phillip pullmann / bob hicok
medhawrites: Bob Hicok, from "Man of the House"; The Legend of Light
ansfavwords: And
when I touch you
in each of the places we meet
in all of the lives we are, it’s with hands that are
dying
and resurrected.
When I don’t touch you it’s a mistake in any life,
in each place and forever.
Bob Hicok
monoloveclub: "they days are getting longer" by bob hicok
happysaplings: Bob Hicok, from “The Days Are Getting Longer”, Elegy Owed
deepfrieddirt: october; bob hicok, henry ward beecher
ansfavwords: And
when I touch you
in each of the places we meet
in all of the lives we are, it’s with hands that are
dying
and resurrected.
When I don’t touch you it’s a mistake in any life,
in each place and forever.
Bob Hicok
ansfavwords: And
when I touch you
in each of the places we meet
in all of the lives we are, it’s with hands that are
dying
and resurrected.
When I don’t touch you it’s a mistake in any life,
in each place and forever.
Bob Hicok
aquotebot: “I like sweeping words into piles and whispering good night.” –Bob Hicok
solosurvivr: Bob Hicok, from “The Days Are Getting Longer”, Elegy Owed
LitPariah: I still think this is an excellent essay by Bob Hicok, and was willfully misread by people looking to score cheap outrage points.
"The Promise of American Poetry - Utne - Cure Ignorance"
ansfavwords: And
when I touch you
in each of the places we meet
in all of the lives we are, it’s with hands that are
dying
and resurrected.
When I don’t touch you it’s a mistake in any life,
in each place and forever.
Bob Hicok
likemindead: A full-service organization by Bob Hicok
Read:
poetkarankapoor: “Why does lyric poetry exist?”
A short break from Cohen to celebrate another literary hero: Bob Hicok
This is a blooper — it's hard to contain the genius of this poem and the wit of the first line.
You can listen to the real thing here:
ansfavwords: And
when I touch you
in each of the places we meet
in all of the lives we are, it’s with hands that are
dying
and resurrected.
When I don’t touch you it’s a mistake in any life,
in each place and forever.
Bob Hicok
ansfavwords: And
when I touch you
in each of the places we meet
in all of the lives we are, it’s with hands that are
dying
and resurrected.
When I don’t touch you it’s a mistake in any life,
in each place and forever.
Bob Hicok
jasondeanarnold: I have returned so many times to Bob Hicok’s “The Class Visit”.
imvangel: seemoreandmore: “I like sweeping words into piles and whispering good night.” — Bob Hicok
ansfavwords: And
when I touch you
in each of the places we meet
in all of the lives we are, it’s with hands that are
dying
and resurrected.
When I don’t touch you it’s a mistake in any life,
in each place and forever.
Bob Hicok
aquotebot: “I like sweeping words into piles and whispering good night.” –Bob Hicok
peterforberg: Some I shared, "Other Lives and Dimensions and Finally a Love Poem" by Bob Hicok
ansfavwords: And
when I touch you
in each of the places we meet
in all of the lives we are, it’s with hands that are
dying
and resurrected.
When I don’t touch you it’s a mistake in any life,
in each place and forever.
Bob Hicok
ansfavwords: And
when I touch you
in each of the places we meet
in all of the lives we are, it’s with hands that are
dying
and resurrected.
When I don’t touch you it’s a mistake in any life,
in each place and forever.
Bob Hicok
bartlebooth45: This is a good horny poem imo. Bob Hicok.
aquotebot: “Absence makes the heart. That’s it: absence makes the heart.” – Bob Hicok
acephalemagic: I like sweeping words
into piles and whispering good night.
- Bob Hicok
aquotebot: “Absence makes the heart. That’s it: absence makes the heart.” – Bob Hicok
aquotebot: “Absence makes the heart. That’s it: absence makes the heart.” – Bob Hicok
KathleenHelewa: ooh I love this one by Bob Hicok
Bebi_16: Drunk, I kissed the moon where it stretched on the floor.
I'd removed happiness from a green bottle, both sipped and gulped just as a river changes its mind, mostly there was a flood in my mouth because I wanted to love the toaster as soon as possible, and...
Bob Hicok
tempestaurora: anyway one of the most precious things in the universe is poetry and today i made a call on tumblr for people to send me their favourite poems and honestly i've had an excellent day please read bob hicok's 'other lives and dimensions and finally a love poem' thank you
rabihalameddine: Last year:
Other Lives And Dimensions And Finally A Love Poem by Bob Hicok
ink_just_ink: "Sometimes I wish words
had thorns on them,
making what I say bloodier, earned."
Bob Hicok, My Tao, from Red Rover Red Rover
LoveCarousel: Happy first anniversary (in anticipation of your thirty ninth) by Bob Hicok
TableMusic: "I love how intimate I've become with failure." - Bob Hicok
goldenkeiji: other lives and dimensions and finally a love poem by bob hicok
aquotebot: “Absence makes the heart. That’s it: absence makes the heart.” – Bob Hicok
aquotebot: “Absence makes the heart. That’s it: absence makes the heart.” – Bob Hicok
KashmirMailbox: Here when I say "I never want to be without you,"
somewhere else I am saying
"I never want to be without you again."
When I don't touch you it's a mistake in any life,
in each place and forever.
Bob Hicok, Other Lives and Dimensions and Finally a Love Poem
southern_review: “I might kill you with a touch
or breath or a piece of paper
with a poem on it warning you to leave me
for Jackson Browne and a dog in the woods”
—from “Our toxic relationship,” by Bob Hicok, from our Spring 2021 issue:
WillowSprings: from Bob Hicok's "The job" published in Willow Springs 71
bethpratt: The semantics of flowers on Memorial Day
Bob Hicok
Historians will tell you my uncle
wouldn't have called it World War II
or the Great War plus One or Tombstone
over My Head. All of this language
came later. He and his buddies
knew it as get my ass outta here
JudithKingston: "Bang."
Elegy with Lies, by Bob Hicok.
AnokaTony: ‘Hold’ by Bob Hicok – “Who can explain lonely to ants?”
rabihalameddine: Four years ago:
Ode to Magic by Bob Hicok
reustis: Ode to Magic
Bob Hicok
"The queen asks him, Do the one in which your heart
is folded over and pounded with moonlight,
in which you claim to miss everything —
I like how big your arms are in that one,
your throat the size of the universe
before silence gets the last word."
natalierthom: The informed reader will recognize the title as a line from Bob Hicok's "A Primer":
PeterGoderie: Spirit ditty of no fax-line dial tone, by Bob Hicok
nyctherapist: I put birds
in most poems and rivers, put rivers
in most birds and thinking, put the dead
in many sentences
blinking quietly, put missing
into bed with having, put wolves
in my mouth hunting whispers, put faith
in making, each poem a breath
nailed to nothing.
Bob Hicok
nofalck: “Sometimes I wish the mouth / looked like the mouth but was just the mouth / being kissed.”
—Bob Hicok
nuggetqt: this presence and absence I have tried and tried not to be.
- Bob Hicok, from A Country Mapped with Invisible Ink
JReinhartPoet: Important
jrieffel: "Eight minutes, almost nine. I’ve been seeing a star
to the east in the morning. It’ll be hard
not to give four or five students Ds this semester.
Are optimists fools? For eight minutes, almost nine,
one man knelt on another man’s neck."
RattleMag: how can we lay this period of time on a blanket
and wrap it, roll it in softness and concern
and make our way to the other side?
—Bob Hicok
EmpoweredPoet: “A Braid of Unknowing I Tie Before You” by Bob Hicok
ExcitedUttRead: “A Braid of Unknowing I Tie Before You” by Bob Hicok | Rattle: Poetry
heswiftvmin: books i've read & re-read so far (starting from winter break):
1. Sally Rooney - Normal People (2018)
2. Bob Hicok - Elegy Owed (2013)
3. Sylvia Plath - The Bell Jar (1963)
4. Margaret Mitchell - Gone With the Wind (1936)
5. Alex S. Vitale - The End of Policing (2017)
