Maple Syrup By Donald Hall - Giggle Poems
Past the empty bins for squash, apples, carrots, and potatoes, we discover the shelves for canning, a few pale pints of tomato left, and—what is this?...
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Poem with One Fact By Donald Hall - Giggle Poems
"At pet stores in Detroit, you can buy frozen rats for seventy-five cents apiece, to feed your pet boa constrictor" back home in Grosse Pointe, or in ...
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The Wreckage By Donald Hall - Giggle Poems
My life lay crumpled like a smashed car. Lines gather at mouth and at eyes like cracks in a membrane. Outside before dawn houses sail up like wrecks f...
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Eating Together By Li-Young Lee - Giggle Poems
In the steamer is the trout??? seasoned with slivers of ginger, two sprigs of green onion, and sesame oil.??? We shall eat it with rice for lunch,??? ...
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Nocturne By Li-Young Lee - Giggle Poems
Half steel wire, half metal wing, nothing and anything might make this noise of saws and rasps, a creaking and groaning of bone-growth, or body-death,...
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Falling: The Code By Li-Young Lee - Giggle Poems
I lie beneath my window listening to the sound of apples dropping in the yard, a syncopated code I long to know, which continues even as I sleep, and ...
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Persimmons By Li-Young Lee - Giggle Poems
Dew: I’ve forgotten. Naked: I’ve forgotten. Wrens are small, plain birds, yarn is what one knits with. Knowing it wasn’t ripe or sweet, I didn’t eat b...
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From Blossoms By Li-Young Lee - Giggle Poems
From blossoms comes this brown paper bag of peaches we bought from the boy at the bend in the road where we turned toward??? signs painted Peaches . ...
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The Gift By Li-Young Lee - Giggle Poems
To pull the metal splinter from my palm my father recited a story in a low voice. I was seven when my father took my hand like this, and I did not hol...
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The Sheep in the Ruins By Archibald MacLeish - Giggle Poems
And shall we sit here like the mourners on a dunghill Shrilling with melodious tongue— Disfiguring our faces with the nails of our despair? (What dust...
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Liberty By Archibald MacLeish - Giggle Poems
When liberty is headlong girl And runs her roads and wends her ways Liberty will shriek and whirl Her showery torch to see it blaze. When liberty is ...
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The Rock in the Sea By Archibald MacLeish - Giggle Poems
Are we so certain that those wings, returned And turning, we had half discerned Before our dazzled eyes had surely seen The bird aloft there, did not ...
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