The Sunday News (Dana Gioia Poems)
Looking for something in the Sunday paper,I flipped by accident through Local Weddings,Yet missed the photograph until I sawyour name ...
Looking for something in the Sunday paper,I flipped by accident through Local Weddings,Yet missed the photograph until I sawyour name ...
WITH our late Vicar, and his age the same,His clerk, hight Jachin, to his office came;The like slow speech was ...
God-like Tsarevna Of the Kirgiz-Kaisatskii horde! Whose wisdom matchless Opened the true path To young Prince Khlor To go up ...
"Once more 'twas spring! The meadow-lark gave noteAbout his grassy nest, and builders hummed Old songs while sod on sod ...
He lived in Mundaloo, and Bill McClosky was his name,But folks that knew him well had little knowledge of that ...
Ma Chere'Since the morning we parted On the slippery docks of Rochelle,I have wandered, well nigh broken-hearted, Through many a ...
A woman is queer, there's no doubt about that.She hates to be thin and she hates to be fat;One minute ...
I don't like flowers - they do remind me oftenOf funerals, of weddings and of balls;Their presence on tables for ...
That Whitsun, I was late getting away: Not till about One-twenty on the sunlit Saturday Did my three-quarters-empty train pull ...
Listening to their harmonies, the blending of their voices really listening, feeling their songs pulled me back to other nights ...
It could be the name of a prehistoric beast that roamed the Paleozoic earth, rising up on its hind legs ...
You mustn't show weakness and you've got to have a tan. But sometimes I feel like the thin veils of ...
in the hospitals and jails it's the worst in madhouses it's the worst in penthouses it's the worst in skid ...
When I was a windy boy and a bit And the black spit of the chapel fold, (Sighed the old ...
The bows glided down, and the coast Blackened with birds took a last look At his thrashing hair and whale-blue ...
One's grand flights, one's Sunday baths, One's tootings at the weddings of the soul Occur as they occur. So bluish ...
Pavement slipp'ry, people sneezing, Lords in ermine, beggars freezing ; Titled gluttons dainties carving, Genius in a garret starving. Lofty ...
To leave the earth was my wish, and no will stayed my rising. Early, before sun had filled the roads ...
The wet dawn inks are doing their blue dissolve. On their blotter of fog the trees Seem a botanical drawing ...
Master I may be, But not of my fate. Now come the kisses, too many too late. Tell me, O ...
O marriage-bells, your clamor tells Two weddings in one breath. SHE marries whom her love compels: -- And I wed ...
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