Year’s End By Richard Wilbur - Giggle Poems
Now winter downs the dying of the year, And night is all a settlement of snow; From the soft street the rooms of houses show A gathered light, a shape ...
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Looking into History By Richard Wilbur - Giggle Poems
I try Like orphaned Hamlet working up his grief To see my spellbound fathers in these men Who, breathless in their amber atmosphere, Show but the post ...
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Advice to a Prophet By Richard Wilbur - Giggle Poems
Ask us, ask us whether with the worldless rose Our hearts shall fail us; come demanding Whether there shall be lofty or long standing When the bronze ...
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Ghana Calls By W. E. B. Du Bois - Giggle Poems
I liked my playmates, and knew well, Whence all their parents came; From England, Scotland, royal France From Germany and oft by chance The humble Eme ...
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My Country ’Tis of Thee By W. E. B. Du Bois - Giggle Poems
They’ll hardly note the little changes and their feelings and your conscience will thus be saved: My country tis of thee, Late land of slavery, Of the ...
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A Sister on the Tracks By Donald Hall - Giggle Poems
Between pond and sheepbarn, by maples and watery birches, Rebecca paces a double line of rust in a sandy trench, striding on black creosoted eight-by- ...
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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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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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September, 1918 By Amy Lowell - Giggle Poems
This afternoon was the colour of water falling through sunlight; The trees glittered with the tumbling of leaves; The sidewalks shone like alleys of d ...
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High Noon at Los Alamos By Eleanor Wilner - Giggle Poems
To turn a stone with its white squirming underneath, to pry the disc from the sun’s eclipse—white heat coiling in the blinded eye: to these malign??? ...
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Prodigy By Charles Simic - Giggle Poems
A retired professor of astronomy taught me how to play. In chess, too, the professor told me, the masters play blindfolded, the great ones on several ...
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Sather Tower Mystery By Ishmael Reed - Giggle Poems
Seems there was this Professor a member of what should be called The Good German Department Must have signed his name to 5,000 petitions in front of ...
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Chattanooga By Ishmael Reed - Giggle Poems
1 Some say that Chattanooga is the Old name for Lookout Mountain To others it is an uncouth name Used only by the uncivilised Our a-historical period ...
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Mingus in Diaspora By William Matthews - Giggle Poems
You have to pick up The Bass, as Mingus called his, with audible capitals, and think of the slow years the wood spent as a tree, which might well have ...
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The Waste Carpet By William Matthews - Giggle Poems
Soap in unsoftened water, sewage, asbestos coiled like vermicelli, Masonite shavings, a liquefied lifetime subscription to The New York Times delivere ...
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Autobiography By Lawrence Ferlinghetti - Giggle Poems
I am leading a quiet life in Mike’s Place every day watching the champs of the Dante Billiard Parlor and the French pinball addicts. I am leading a qu ...
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I Am Waiting By Lawrence Ferlinghetti - Giggle Poems
I am waiting for my case to come up??? and I am waiting for a rebirth of wonder and I am waiting for someone to really discover America and wail and I ...
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Sometime During Eternity . . . By Lawrence Ferlinghetti - Giggle Poems
Sometime during eternity ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????? some guys show up??? and one of them ????????????????????? who shows u ...
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Debridement By Michael S. Harper - Giggle Poems
We saw no action, eleven months twenty-two days in our old tank burning sixty feet away: I watch them burn inside out: hoisting through heavy crossfir ...
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Jazz Station By Michael S. Harper - Giggle Poems
Above the freeway, over the music, we speak of the strategy of poems, bleeding wives who ulcerate our voices rhythming in the cut-heat Portland stink ...
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American History By Michael S. Harper - Giggle Poems
Those four black girls blown up in that Alabama church remind me of five hundred middle passage blacks, in a net, under water in Charleston harbor so ...
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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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Things By Louis Simpson - Giggle Poems
And straightway I was released And sprang through an open gate.” I said, “Into a meadow?” He said, “I am impervious to irony. They say, you are merely ...
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from The Laurel Tree By Louis Simpson - Giggle Poems
And at night, quivering with tears, You are like the tree called Tasso’s. When the lovers prop their bicycles And sit on the high benches That look ac ...
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