“Poetry
is not easy. Or should I say, real poetry is not easy.”
– Robert Pinsky
Pinsky, born on Oct. 20, 1940, is a poet, essayist, literary critic and
translator. One-time Poet Laureate
Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress, he has authored 20 books, most
of which are collections of his poetry. A one-time jazz
musician, Pinsky said his poetry has been inspired by the flow and tension of
jazz and the excitement that it made him feel. As a former saxophonist, he has
said that being a musician was a profoundly influential experience that he has
tried to reproduce in his poetry.
“I don't like to have a calm,
orderly, quiet place to work. I often compose while driving, compose in my
head. It is true that I wrote my little book, 'The Sounds of Poetry, A Brief
Guide,' almost entirely in airplanes and airport departure lounges.” For Saturday’s Poem, here is Pinsky’s,
Samurai Song
When I had no roof I made
Audacity my roof. When I had
No supper my eyes dined.
When I had no eyes I listened.
When I had no ears I thought.
When I had no thought I waited.
When I had no father I made
Care my father. When I had
No mother I embraced order.
When I had no friend I made
Quiet my friend. When I had no
Enemy I opposed my body.
When I had no temple I made
My voice my temple. I have
No priest, my tongue is my choir.
When I have no means fortune
Is my means. When I have
Nothing, death will be my fortune.
Need is my tactic, detachment
Is my strategy. When I had
No lover I courted my sleep.
Audacity my roof. When I had
No supper my eyes dined.
When I had no eyes I listened.
When I had no ears I thought.
When I had no thought I waited.
When I had no father I made
Care my father. When I had
No mother I embraced order.
When I had no friend I made
Quiet my friend. When I had no
Enemy I opposed my body.
When I had no temple I made
My voice my temple. I have
No priest, my tongue is my choir.
When I have no means fortune
Is my means. When I have
Nothing, death will be my fortune.
Need is my tactic, detachment
Is my strategy. When I had
No lover I courted my sleep.
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