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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Giant Night By Anne Waldman - Giggle Poems
I wonder Then realize I’m not the only person who’s considered in the grand scope of daily living There are those fast asleep who want to be and would ...
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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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Revolution By Anne Waldman - Giggle Poems
Spooky summer on the horizon I’m gazing at from my window into the streets That’s where it’s going to be where everyone is walking around, looking aro ...
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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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The Song of the Smoke By W. E. B. Du Bois - Giggle Poems
I am wreathing broken hearts, I am sheathing love’s light darts; Inspiration of iron times Wedding the toil of toiling climes, Shedding the blood of b ...
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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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Ox Cart Man By Donald Hall - Giggle Poems
When the cart is sold he sells the ox, harness and yoke, and walks home, his pockets heavy with the year’s coin for salt and taxes, and at home by fir ...
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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 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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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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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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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 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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Patterns By Amy Lowell - Giggle Poems
I walk down the garden paths, And all the daffodils Are blowing, and the bright blue squills. I walk down the patterned garden paths In my stiff, broc ...
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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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Bat Cave By Eleanor Wilner - Giggle Poems
The cave looked much like any other from a little distance but as we approached, came almost to its mouth, we saw its walls within that slanted up int ...
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Bailing Out-A Poem for the 1970s By Eleanor Wilner - Giggle Poems
The trees had trapped the flimsy fabric in their web—everywhere the harnessed bodies hung—helpless, treading air like water.
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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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Empire of Dreams By Charles Simic - Giggle Poems
On the first page of my dreambook It’s always evening In an occupied country.
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