Robert Pinsky Young Poems

  • 1.
    The jaunty crop-haired graying
    Women in grocery stores,
    Their clothes boyish and neat,
    New mittens or clean sneakers,
    ...
  • 2.
    The back, the yoke, the yardage. Lapped seams,
    The nearly invisible stitches along the collar
    Turned in a sweatshop by Koreans or Malaysians

    ...
  • 3.
    Pindar, poet of the victories, fitted names
    And legends into verses for the chorus to sing:
    Names recalled now only in the poems of Pindar:

    ...
  • 4.
    Imagine a child from Virginia or New Hampshire
    Alone on the prairie eighty years ago
    Or more, one afternoonâ??the shaggy pelt
    Of grasses, for the first time in that childâ??s life,
    ...
  • 5.
    The opening scene. The yellow, coal-fed fog
    Uncurling over the tainted city river,
    A young girl rowing and her anxious father
    Scavenging for corpses. Funeral meats. The clever
    ...
  • 6.
    Felicity the healer isnâ??t young
    And you donâ??t look him up unless you need him.
    Clownâ??s eyes, Popeâ??s nose, a mouth for dirty stories,
    He made his bundle in the Great Depression
    ...
  • 7.
    to Robert Hass and in memory of Elliot Gilbert


    Slow dulcimer, gavotte and bow, in autumn,
    ...
  • 8.
    I. Invocation

    Itâ??s crazy to think one could describe themâ??
    Calling on reason, fantasy, memory, eves and earsâ??
    ...
  • 9.
    Some of us believe
    We would have conceived romantic
    Love out of our own passions
    With no precedents,
    ...
Total 9 Young Poems by Robert Pinsky

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