The Black-Faced Sheep By Donald Hall - Giggle Poems
If one of you found a gap in a stone wall, the rest of you—rams, ewes, bucks, wethers, lambs; mothers and daughters, old grandfather-father, cousins a ...
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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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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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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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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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Past-Lives Therapy By Charles Simic - Giggle Poems
They explained to me the bloody bandages On the floor in the maternity ward in Rochester, N.Y., Cured the backache I acquired bowing to my old master, ...
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Eyes Fastened with Pins By Charles Simic - Giggle Poems
Death, Meanwhile, in a strange Part of town looking for Someone with a bad cough, But the address is somehow wrong, Even death can’t figure it out Amo ...
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My Shoes By Charles Simic - Giggle Poems
Shoes, secret face of my inner life: Two gaping toothless mouths, Two partly decomposed animal skins Smelling of mice nests.
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Old Joke By Alan R. Shapiro - Giggle Poems
Radiant child of Leto, farworking Lord Apollo, with lyre in hand and golden plectrum, you sang to the gods on Mount Olympus almost as soon as you were ...
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The Closet By Bill Knott - Giggle Poems
The closet has been cleaned out Full-flush as surgeries where the hangers could be Amiable scalpels though they just as well would be Themselves, in b ...
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Men at My Father’s Funeral By William Matthews - Giggle Poems
The ones his age who shook my hand on their way out sent fear along my arm like heroin.
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A Happy Childhood By William Matthews - Giggle Poems
I rise into adult air like a hollyhock, I’m so proud to be loved like this. Often I sing to myself all day like a fieldful of August insects, just thi ...
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Not Forgotten By Toi Derricotte - Giggle Poems
They spend hours struggling, lifting, dragging (it is not grisly as it would be for us, to carry them back to be eaten), so that every part will be of ...
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A Note on My Son’s Face By Toi Derricotte - Giggle Poems
This morning, looking at the face of his father, I remembered how, an infant, his face was too dark, nose too broad, mouth too wide. I did not look in ...
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The Weakness By Toi Derricotte - Giggle Poems
That time my grandmother dragged me through the perfume aisles at Saks, she held me up by my arm, hissing, “Stand up,” through clenched teeth, her eye ...
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Christmas Eve: My Mother Dressing By Toi Derricotte - Giggle Poems
My mother was not impressed with her beauty; once a year she put it on like a costume, plaited her black hair, slick as cornsilk, down past her hips, ...
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I Genitori Perduti By Lawrence Ferlinghetti - Giggle Poems
The dove-white gulls on the wet lawn in Washington Square??? in the early morning fog each a little ghost in the gloaming Souls transmigrated maybe fr ...
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Nightmare Begins Responsibility By Michael S. Harper - Giggle Poems
I place these numbed wrists to the pane watching white uniforms whisk over him in the tube-kept prison fear what they will do in experiment watch my g ...
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Grandfather By Michael S. Harper - Giggle Poems
In 1915 my grandfather’s neighbors surrounded his house near the dayline he ran on the Hudson in Catskill, NY and thought they’d burn his family out i ...
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My Father in the Night Commanding No By Louis Simpson - Giggle Poems
Smoke issues from his lips; He reads in silence. And then my mother winds the gramophone; The Bride of Lammermoor begins to shriek— Or reads a story— ...
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Proust’s Madeleine By Kenneth Rexroth - Giggle Poems
I can Hear him coming home drunk From the Elks’ Club in Elkhart Indiana, bumping the Chairs in the dark.
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The Bad Old Days By Kenneth Rexroth - Giggle Poems
Debauched and exhausted faces, Starved and looted brains, faces Like the faces in the senile And insane wards of charity Hospitals. Then as the soiled ...
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Vuillard: “The Mother and Sister of the Artist” By W. D. Snodgrass - Giggle Poems
Remark, Perhaps, how she has dressed herself black Like a priest, and wears that sufficient air That does become the righteous. Dense, self-contained, ...
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Report to Crazy Horse By William E. Stafford - Giggle Poems
Crazy Horse, it is not fair to hide a new vision from you. A teacher here says hurt or scorned people are places where real enemies hide. And I will t ...
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