Collection

Basketball Poems

Poetry about great players, unusual teams, and flashy moves.

photograph of basketball players at sunset.
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These poems and articles showcase small-town MVPs, one-on-one games, good-natured underdogs, and the poetic elegance of the swish.

For The Love Of The Game
  •              We’d corkscrew
    Up & dunk balls that exploded
    The skullcap of hope & good
    Intention.
  • Boys rise up in old men, wings begin to sprout
    at their backs. The ball turns in the darkening air.
  •                                    It had nothing to do
    with physiology or mysticism: only basketball.

  • “traveling” someone calls—
    and he laughs, stepping
    to a silent beat, gliding
The Glory Days
  •                                                     Once in a while,
    As a gag, he dribbles an inner tube,
    But most of us remember anyway.
  • I, too, once dribbled that old bubble, happiness,
    And found in time the scramble and the rules
    Doubtful
  • But mostly, at 3 a.m., in the local playground, Harry
    ~
    You played solitary ball
  • A drunk called him “Tiger”
    and asked about the year he’d made all-state guard—
    point man, ball-hawk, pacer.
Underdogs & Unlikely Players
  • if this is a game then we have made it, unknowing,
    to the final four. unlikely underdogs. spectators turned
    to suspect sport. anti-athletes. out of shape beyond reason.
  • The earnest voice of the kid, girlish and manly,
    And the voice of the young man, carefully playing the game
  • The psych techs in Cloroxed white
    were giant angels who set us running drills, at which
    we sucked.
  • And the flecked body, holder of postures and grudges, rattles
    uneasily.
Articles
  • When the remembered basketball passes through the remembered net (slyly recalling the tradition of comparing poetic lines to nets, from Wyatt’s lines “since in a net I wish to hold the wind” to Lowell’s poem “Fishnet”), we practically hear, in the actual white space between the sections, the swish.
  • The poem enacts the motion of a basketball game, but even more, it becomes a larger metaphor for art and linguistic & rhetorical motion in a poem.
  • At UCLA, where I was head coach of men’s varsity basketball for twenty-seven years, poetry was one of my favorite teaching tools.
Interviews
  • One of the dominant impressions of my growing-up in Pennsylvania—where I saw a lot of basketball games, thanks to my father’s being a high-school teacher and a ticket taker at home games—was the glory of home-town athletic stars, and their often anti-climactic post-graduation careers.
  • Baseball is more resonant, personal. It does a better job of attaching itself to people’s lives, whereas basketball is primarily about a love of the game.