For Robert Milby
Robert Milby who just left us will be sorely missed. He was completely pure in his acts on the poetry scene..(much of which he created in the Hudson Valley) Never ANY politicking from him. His work ranged wide from the sweetness of nature to the horrors of how the world is being run. And he knew what came before him and honored past poets whom he reminded us of. He also, needless to say, carried love in his heart. Let us honor his example as a human being and what he demonstrated with and for poetry.
In 2015, I wrote the following for his birthday. in 2015. .It speaksof Robert in his work. His memory will live:
For Robert Milby On His Birthday
He rages in the land of yawn
its dream of always expanding---
gas of a super nova
belch of the overfed
In earnest our poet fulminates
his language dense as a first rock
vision of what we might be
what petty devils decry
But he spews no smoke like the hell
he does not refuse to call up
tells what their smiles bely
as they pleasure themselves to ennui
Pure breath and a vision alive
is ours as he gives with his pen
communing with those who have been
everyday, and today, that he’s born
For Robert Milby On His Birthday
He rages in the land of yawn
its dream of always expanding---
gas of a super nova
belch of the overfed
In earnest our poet fulminates
his language dense as a first rock
vision of what we might be
what petty devils decry
But he spews no smoke like the hell
he does not refuse to call up
tells what their smiles bely
as they pleasure themselves to ennui
Pure breath and a vision alive
is ours as he gives with his pen
communing with those who have been
everyday, and today, that he’s born