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Rob Baker
is on page 298 of 368
Been making my way through this poetry collection for 1.5 months....should finish this week
— Feb 12, 2026 03:21AM
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Rob Baker
is on page 274 of 368
My Species
even
a small purple artichoke
boiled
in its own bitterness
and darkening
waters
grows tender,
grows tender and sweet
patience, I think,
my species
keep testing the spiny leaves
the spiny heart
— Feb 09, 2026 02:41AM
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even
a small purple artichoke
boiled
in its own bitterness
and darkening
waters
grows tender,
grows tender and sweet
patience, I think,
my species
keep testing the spiny leaves
the spiny heart
Rob Baker
is on page 242 of 368
The Perfection of Loss
Like a native speaker
returned
after long exile,
quiet now in two tongues.
— Feb 03, 2026 02:54AM
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Like a native speaker
returned
after long exile,
quiet now in two tongues.
Rob Baker
is on page 228 of 368
"Wrong solitude vinegars the soul,
right solitude oils it" (224)
(from "Vinegar and Oil")
— Jan 31, 2026 02:54AM
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right solitude oils it" (224)
(from "Vinegar and Oil")
Rob Baker
is on page 221 of 368
"Mysteriously they entered, those few minutes.
Mysteriously, they left.
As if the great dog of confusion guarding my heart,
who is always sleepless, suddenly slept.
It was not any awakening of the large, not so much as that,
only a stepping back from the petty" (214).
— Jan 30, 2026 03:13AM
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Mysteriously, they left.
As if the great dog of confusion guarding my heart,
who is always sleepless, suddenly slept.
It was not any awakening of the large, not so much as that,
only a stepping back from the petty" (214).
Rob Baker
is on page 204 of 368
"Only then, without you, are we able to see you completely,
lie those wandering monks
who, calling nowhere home, are everywhere home" (198).
(From "To Speech: An Assay")
— Jan 26, 2026 02:31AM
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lie those wandering monks
who, calling nowhere home, are everywhere home" (198).
(From "To Speech: An Assay")
Rob Baker
is on page 185 of 368
I've read and enjoyed this poem before...didn't know it was by this author!
A Cedary Fragrance
Even now,
decades after,
I wash my face with cold water--
Not for discipline,
nor memory,
nor the icy, awakening slap,
but to practice
choosing
to make the unwanted wanted.
— Jan 22, 2026 04:02AM
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A Cedary Fragrance
Even now,
decades after,
I wash my face with cold water--
Not for discipline,
nor memory,
nor the icy, awakening slap,
but to practice
choosing
to make the unwanted wanted.
Rob Baker
is on page 173 of 368
Hours after the dishes are washed and stacked,
a metal bowl clangs to the floor,
the weight of drying water all that altered...
You have felt it disappearing
from your own capricious heart--
a restlessness enters, the smallest leaning begins,
Already then inevitable, the full collision,
the life you will describe afterwards always as "after"
(from "Balance", 165)
— Jan 21, 2026 02:27AM
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a metal bowl clangs to the floor,
the weight of drying water all that altered...
You have felt it disappearing
from your own capricious heart--
a restlessness enters, the smallest leaning begins,
Already then inevitable, the full collision,
the life you will describe afterwards always as "after"
(from "Balance", 165)
Rob Baker
is on page 166 of 368
"Nothing lasts"--
how bitterly the thought attends each loss.
"Nothing lasts"--
a promise also of consolation.
Grief and hope
the skipping rope's two ends
twin daughters of impatience.
One wears a dress of wool, the other of cotton.
( "'Nothing Lasts'", 161)
— Jan 19, 2026 03:12AM
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how bitterly the thought attends each loss.
"Nothing lasts"--
a promise also of consolation.
Grief and hope
the skipping rope's two ends
twin daughters of impatience.
One wears a dress of wool, the other of cotton.
( "'Nothing Lasts'", 161)
Rob Baker
is on page 152 of 368
"'What could have happened, has happened.'
The sentence repeats itself in your ear
like a pear repeats itself, each time a little altered
on every branch of the tree" (149).
— Jan 17, 2026 03:45AM
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The sentence repeats itself in your ear
like a pear repeats itself, each time a little altered
on every branch of the tree" (149).



