The Seventh Inning By Donald Hall - Giggle Poems
Far from it: There are cats and roses; there is her water body. She fills the skin of her legs up, like water; under her blouse, water assembles, swel ...
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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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Hunting Manual By Eleanor Wilner - Giggle Poems
It’s easy to catch what no longer captures the mind, long since woven in, a faded tapestry on a crumbling wall made by the women who wore keys at thei ...
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Vitamins and Roughage By Kenneth Rexroth - Giggle Poems
Strong ankled, sun burned, almost naked, The daughters of California??? Educate reluctant humanists; Drive into their skulls with tennis balls The unh ...
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In the Deep Channel By William E. Stafford - Giggle Poems
Setting a trotline after sundown if we went far enough away in the night??? sometimes up out of deep water would come a secret-headed channel cat, Ey ...
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Between Assassinations By Alan R. Shapiro - Giggle Poems
Old chain net hanging in frayed links from the rim, the metal blackboard dented, darker where the ball for over thirty years has kissed it, the blackt ...
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The Seekonk Woods By Galway Kinnell - Giggle Poems
I thought my stride one day would reach every other and from then on I would walk in time with the way toward that Lobachevskian haze up ahead where t ...
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The Bear By Galway Kinnell - Giggle Poems
And I set out running, following the splashes of blood wandering over the world. 4 On the seventh day, living by now on bear blood alone, I can see hi ...
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Fall River By David Rivard - Giggle Poems
It gets tacked like a claim to some new wall in the next place— Bill Russell & Wilt Chamberlain, one on one the final game of the 1969 NBA championshi ...
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Camping Out By Edwin Gladding Burrows - Giggle Poems
So much clings to the shoes, the old shoes must be discarded, but we're fools to think that does it: burning the scraps.
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Of Some Renown By Jean L. Connor - Giggle Poems
Yet see that great egret at the marsh's edge, solitary, still?
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