Dana Gioia Light Poems

  • 1.
    All afternoon my brothers and I have worked in the orchard,
    Digging this hole, laying you into it, carefully packing the soil.
    Rain blackened the horizon, but cold winds kept it over the Pacific,
    And the sky above us stayed the dull gray
    ...
  • 2.
    Do not expect that if your book falls open
    to a certain page, that any phrase
    you read will make a difference today,
    or that the voices you might overhear
    ...
  • 3.
    This is a litany of lost things,
    a canon of possessions dispossessed,
    a photograph, an old address, a key.
    It is a list of words to memorize
    ...
  • 4.
    The ceremonies of the day have ceased,
    Abandoned to the ragged crow's parade.
    The flags unravel in the caterpillar's feast.
    The wreaths collapse onto the stones they shade.
    ...
  • 5.
    We stood on the rented patio
    While the party went on inside.
    You knew the groom from college.
    I was a friend of the bride.
    ...
  • 6.
    The carnival is over. The high tents,
    the palaces of light, are folded flat
    and trucked away. A three-time loser yanks
    the Wheel of Fortune off the wall. Mice
    ...
  • 7.
    She makes her way through the dark trees
    Down to the lake to be alone.
    Following their voices on the breeze,
    She makes her way. Through the dark trees
    ...
  • 8.
    The world does not need words. It articulates itself
    in sunlight, leaves, and shadows. The stones on the path
    are no less real for lying uncatalogued and uncounted.
    The fluent leaves speak only the dialect of pure being.
    ...
  • 9.
    Jacob
    never climbed the ladder
    burning in his dream. Sleep
    pressed him like a stone
    ...
Total 9 Light Poems by Dana Gioia

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