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    In Memory of Brilliance & Value
    In Memory of Brilliance & Value
    In Memory of Brilliance & Value
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    In Memory of Brilliance & Value

    By Michael Robins

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    In his third collection, Michael Robins unleashes the couplet to bring the pastoral past into the modern day, aligning images of grazing buffalo with those of torture and war. In the intersection between reality and imagination, with violence flowing like an river beneath us at all times, these lyric poems offer associative and sonic shifts that drive the speaker’s narrative insights. Like a mad chef on a tear, Robins concocts small poetic miracles using equal parts wonder and terror. His dishes are meticulously crafted are served up with gusto. We cannot help but relish in them.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSaturnalia Books
    Release dateOct 15, 2015
    ISBN9780996220606
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      In Memory of Brilliance & Value - Michael Robins

      Stevens

      I

      Like an Arrow that Feels

      Candor shoots a wink, heart & pang

      when hapless geese shiver through

      the turbine & blades. Didn’t know

      speech was a gander flunked to hell.

      We bade swelling in our chair, eyes

      blotto, duplicate Tuesday afternoons

      woozy & waged toward zero o’clock.

      Our mouths wore an array of croon.

      Spring swung like an April in waves

      foreseeable, feathered, shoring blue.

      We’d forgotten our tools for a party

      counting highballs, ice, crooked time

      hanging on its skinny nail. Honestly,

      we hadn’t reckoned planting a war.

      Many said I love you, many said too

      I’ll call you when we land. We were

      together omens slipped from a note.

      We wish we’d made these stories up.

      Just a Few Yards Past the Earth

      My mind no longer pawed the woods,

      no peaks higher than a scissored scarf

      nor would I be applause. Landlocked

      & cursing, our shushed voices caged,

      in what further humor might I begin

      purging the trivial, the fading

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