Poetry by Robert Cooperman

A Latin Elective, Brooklyn College, 1968   While our knees pistoned for Professor Kaplan to hand out the passages we’d have to translate for our final exam, Eleanor mumbled, “Latin’s a dead language, as dead as it can be; first it killed the Romans, and now it’s killing me.” Maybe it was hilarious, maybe I … Continue reading Poetry by Robert Cooperman

Haiku (310-314)

By Thomas Page The stars, eternal Flames in the sky, compared to Broke GPSs.   A thousand drapes hung From the same curtain rod will Rest in the same way. The lake and the rock Disappearing into the Other--Chiasmus.   A lawn of grass, Staked like old divisions Immeasurable.   Students who only Memorize and … Continue reading Haiku (310-314)