Dana Gioia 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,
  • 2.  
    Walking down the garden path
    From the house you do not own, Once again you think of how
  • 3.  
    Give me a landscape made of obstacles,
    of steep hills and jutting glacial rock, where the low-running streams are quick to flood
  • 4.  
    Now you hear what the house has to say.
    Pipes clanking, water running in the dark, the mortgaged walls shifting in discomfort,
  • 5.  
    After the death of our son
    Neither the sorrows of afternoon, waiting in the silent house,
  • 6.  
    How much better it seems now
    than when it is finally doneĆ¢?? the unforgettable first line,
  • 7.  
    Do not expect that if your book falls open
    to a certain page, that any phrase you read will make a difference today,
  • 8.  
    If ever we see those gardens again,
    The summer will be goneĆ¢??at least our summer. Some other mockingbird will concertize
  • 9.  
    This is a litany of lost things,
    a canon of possessions dispossessed, a photograph, an old address, a key.
  • 10.  
    I can imagine someone who found
    these fields unbearable, who climbed the hillside in the heat, cursing the dust,
  • 11.  
  • 12.  
    This is the hall of broken limbs
    Where splintered marble athletes lieBeside the arms of cherubim.
  • 13.  
    The ceremonies of the day have ceased,
    Abandoned to the ragged crow's parade.The flags unravel in the caterpillar's feast.
  • 14.  
    We stood on the rented patio
    While the party went on inside.You knew the groom from college.
  • 15.  
    The flowers sent here by mistake,
    signed with a name that no one knew,are turning bad. What shall we do?
  • 16.  
    Money is a kind of poetry.
    - Wallace Stevens
  • 17.  
    Looking for something in the Sunday paper,
    I flipped by accident through Local Weddings,Yet missed the photograph until I saw
  • 18.  
    The carnival is over. The high tents,
    the palaces of light, are folded flatand trucked away. A three-time loser yanks
  • 19.  
    She makes her way through the dark trees
    Down to the lake to be alone.Following their voices on the breeze,
  • 20.  
    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.
  • 21.  
    Echo of the clocktower, footstep
    in the alleyway, sweepof the wind sifting the leaves.
  • 22.  
    never climbed the ladderburning in his dream. Sleep
Total 22 poems written by Dana Gioia

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The Rainbow, Or Curious Covenant
 by Robert Herrick

Mine eyes, like clouds, were drizzling rain;
And as they thus did entertain
The gentle beams from Julia's sight
To mine eyes levell'd opposite,
O thing admir'd! there did appear
A curious rainbow smiling there;
Which was the covenant that she
No more would drown mine eyes or me.

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