Definition of the Frontiers By Archibald MacLeish - Giggle Poems
First there is the wind but not like the familiar wind but long and without lapses or falling away or surges of air as is usual but rather like the pe...
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Invocation to the Social Muse By Archibald MacLeish - Giggle Poems
Preferring life with the sons to death with the fathers, We also doubt on the record whether the sons Will still be shouting around with the same huzz...
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Immortal Autumn By Archibald MacLeish - Giggle Poems
I speak this poem now with grave and level voice In praise of autumn, of the far-horn-winding fall.
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You, Andrew Marvell By Archibald MacLeish - Giggle Poems
And here face down beneath the sun And here upon earth’s noonward height To feel the always coming on The always rising of the night: To feel creep u...
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Ancestral By Archibald MacLeish - Giggle Poems
The star dissolved in evening—the one star The silently and night O soon now, soon And still the light now and still now the large Relinquishing and t...
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Way-Station By Archibald MacLeish - Giggle Poems
The incoherent rushing of the train Dulls like a drugged pain Numbs To an ether throbbing of inaudible drums Unfolds Hush within hush until the nigh...
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How Things Work By Gary Soto - Giggle Poems
The tip I left For the waitress filters down Like rain, wetting the new roots of a child Perhaps, a belligerent cat that won’t let go Of a balled sock...
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Lines for a Prologue By Archibald MacLeish - Giggle Poems
(Tell me your dreams, O sailors: Tell me, in sleep did you climb The tall masts, and before you—) At night the stillness of old trees Is a leaning ove...
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Making Money: Drought Year in Minkler, California By Gary Soto - Giggle Poems
“It’s a ’49,” Rhinehardt said, and slammed The screen door, then worked his way around The dog turds in the yard To the Buick gutted from fire—the gea...
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The Tale of Sunlight By Gary Soto - Giggle Poems
When I opened the cantina At noon A triangle of sunlight Was stretched out On the floor Like a rug Like a tired cat. I poured a beer, At a table Shuff...
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Graciela By Gary Soto - Giggle Poems
However in the seventh month With child, her belly Rising like a portion of the sun, Something knotted inside her. Manuel summoned the Partera And tho...
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The Map By Gary Soto - Giggle Poems
When the sun’s whiteness closes around us Like a noose, It is noon, and Molina squats In the uneven shade of an oleander.
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