Frank Bidart





Frank Bidart


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Average rating: 4.04 · 4,025 ratings · 163 reviews · 24 distinct works · Similar authors
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Star Dust

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Desire: Poems

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In the Western Night: Colle...

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Watching the Spring Festiva...

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Music Like Dirt: A Chapbook

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Golden State

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The Sacrifice

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The Book of the Body

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“then the voice in my head said

WHETHER YOU LOVE WHAT YOU LOVE

OR LIVE IN DIVIDED CEASELESS
REVOLT AGAINST IT

WHAT YOU LOVE IS YOUR FATE ”
Frank Bidart, In the Western Night: Collected Poems, 1965-1990

“drugged to sleep by repetition of the diurnal
round, the monotonous sorrow of the finite,

within       I am awake

repairing in dirt the frayed immaculate thread
forced by being to watch the birth of suns”
Frank Bidart, Star Dust

“The Old Man at the Wheel

Measured against the immeasurable
universe, no word you have spoken

brought light. Brought
light to what, as a child, you thought

too dark to be survived. By exorcism
you survived. By submission, then making.


You let all the parts of that thing you would
cut out of you enter your poem because

enacting there all its parts allowed you
the illusion you could cut it from your soul.

Dilemmas of choice given what cannot
change alone roused you to words.

As you grip the things that were young when
you were young, they crumble in your hand.

Now you must drive west, which in November
means driving directly into the sun.”
Frank Bidart, Watching the Spring Festival: Poems

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