Robert Pinsky

  • Jersey Rain

    Now near the end of the middle stretch of road. What have I learned? Some earthly wiles. An art. That often I cannot tell good fortune from…

  • Poetry: Robert Pinsky, Three Poems

    Hear the former U.S. Poet Laureate read "Jersey Rain," "Biography," and "Vessel," published in the April 2000 Atlantic.

  • Pudd'nheads

    “I sit with Shakespeare and he winces not.” W. E. B. DuBois begins the peroration of his majestic essay “Of the Training of Black Men”…

  • XYZ

    The cross the fork the zigzag—a few straight lines. For pain, quandary and evasion, the last of signs.

  • Jar of Pens

    Sometimes the sight of them. Huddled in their cylindrical formation. Repels me: humble, erect, Mute and expectant in their. Rinsed-out honey…

  • Three Poems

    JERSEY RAIN Now near the end of the middle stretch of road. What have I learned? Some earthly wiles. An art. That often I cannot tell good…

  • Poetry and American Memory

    The poet laureate reflects on what makes the American people "a people"—and what our poetry can teach us about the "fragile, heroic enterprise of remembering."

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Life as an Obama Impersonator

"When you think you're the president, you just act like you are above everybody else."

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Things Not to Say to a Pregnant Woman

You don't have to tell her how big she is. You don't need to touch her belly.

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Maine's Underground Street Art

"Graffiti is the farthest thing from anarchy."

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The Joy of Running in a Beautiful Place

A love letter to California's Marin Headlands

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'I Didn't Even Know What I Was Going Through'

A 17-year-old describes his struggles with depression.

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