Even in the scorched and frozen world of the dead after the holocaust The wheel as it turns goes on accreting ornaments. — Robert Pinsky Copy Share Image
I have always been thinking about the sounds and shades and aromas of words - fitting them together or disrupting their customary march -… — Robert Pinsky Copy Share Image
I am a frustrated saxophone player. If I could, I would abandon all of my books, and I would trade it all if I… — Robert Pinsky Copy Share Image
When I was a teenager, just about the only thing I could do right was play music. In my graduating class, I was certainly… — Robert Pinsky Copy Share Image
Poetry’s medium is the individual chest and throat and mouth of whoever undertakes to say the poem. — Robert Pinsky Copy Share Image
An artist needs not so much an audience, as to feel a need to answer, a promise to respond....a good feeling about his art. — Robert Pinsky Copy Share Image
“This is one of the great human mysteries: why do works of art about bad things such as loss and deprivation make us feel… — Robert Pinsky Copy Share Image
Even in the scorched and frozen world of the dead after the holocaust The wheel as it turns goes on accreting ornaments. — Robert Pinsky Copy Share Image
In jazz, as in poetry, there is always that play between what’s regular and what’s wild. That has always appealed to me. — Robert Pinsky Copy Share Image
The last thing a young artist should do in poetry or any other field is think about whats in style, whats current, what are… — Robert Pinsky Copy Share Image
The wonderful 17th Century poet, Robert Herrick, wrote a poem entitled, 'To Live Merrily and to Trust to Good Verses.' Easy to say, Robert… — Robert Pinsky Copy Share Image
'Write' is almost the wrong verb for what I do. I think 'compose' is more accurate because you're trying to make the sounds in… — Robert Pinsky Copy Share Image
