For C. By Richard Wilbur - Giggle Poems
After the clash of elevator gates And the long sinking, she emerges where, A slight thing in the morning’s crosstown glare, She looks up toward the wi ...
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Morningside Heights, July By William Matthews - Giggle Poems
A man and a woman on a bench: she tells him he must be psychic, for how else could he sense, even before she knew, that she’d need to call it off? A b ...
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People Getting Divorced By Lawrence Ferlinghetti - Giggle Poems
People getting divorced ????????? riding around with their clothes in the car??? ???and wondering what happened ????????????????????? to everyone and ...
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Vandergast and the Girl By Louis Simpson - Giggle Poems
Vandergast to his neighbors— the grinding of a garage door and hiss of gravel in the driveway. From his desk he had a view of the street— translucent ...
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The Man Who Married Magdalene By Louis Simpson - Giggle Poems
Her hands were hollow, pale, and blue, Her mouth like watered wine.
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A Locked House By W. D. Snodgrass - Giggle Poems
From the farm Next door, our neighbors saw no harm Came to the things we cared for here. Maybe I should have thought: all Such things rot, fall— Barns ...
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Mementos, 1 By W. D. Snodgrass - Giggle Poems
I stopped there cold, Like a man raking piles of dead leaves in his yard Who has turned up a severed hand. Then through the war and those two long yea ...
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Sunday: New Guinea By Karl Shapiro - Giggle Poems
The bugle sounds the measured call to prayers, The band starts bravely with a clarion hymn, From every side, singly, in groups, in pairs, Each to his ...
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The Author to His Body on Their Fifteenth Birthday, 29 ii 80 By Howard Nemerov - Giggle Poems
Dear old equivocal and closest friend, Grand Vizier to a weak bewildered king, Now we approach The Ecclesiastean Age Where the heart is like to go off ...
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The Man Splitting Wood in the Daybreak By Galway Kinnell - Giggle Poems
The man splitting wood in the daybreak looks strong, as though, if one weakened, one could turn to him and he would help. When he split wood he struck ...
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Letter Written on a Ferry While Crossing Long Island Sound By Anne Sexton - Giggle Poems
Now I am going back and I have ripped my hand from your hand as I said I would and I have made it this far as I said I would and I am on the top deck ...
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