From An Explanation of America:LAIR
Robert Pinsky ?
Inexhaustible, delicate, as ifWithout source or medium, daylightUndoes the mind; the infinite,
Empty actual is too bright,Scattering to where the roadWhispers, through a mile of woods …
Later, how quiet the house is:Dusk-like and refined,The sweet Phoebe-note
Piercing from the trees;The calm globe of the morning,Things to read or to write
Ranged on a table; the brainA dark, stubborn current that breathesBlood, a deaf wadding,
The hands feeding it paperAnd sensations of wood or metalOn its own terms. Trying to read
I persist a while, finish the recognitionBy my breath of a dead giant's breath--Stayed by the space of a rhythm,
Witnessing the blue gulf of the air.
"I can't imagine anyone who, after reading An Explanation of America, wouldn't want to return to it again and again."---William H. Pritchard, Poetry
"Wise and compassionate. . . . It is one of the most readable long poems in recent memory, graspable by all."---Kenneth Funsten, The Los Angeles Times