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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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On the Lawn at the Villa By Louis Simpson - Giggle Poems
On the lawn at the villa Sat a manufacturer of explosives, His wife from Paris, And a young man named Bruno, And myself, being American, Willing to ta ...
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Carentan O Carentan By Louis Simpson - Giggle Poems
Trees in the old days used to stand And shape a shady lane Where lovers wandered hand in hand Who came from Carentan. This was the shining green canal ...
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I Dreamed That in a City Dark as Paris By Louis Simpson - Giggle Poems
I dreamed that in a city dark as Paris I stood alone in a deserted square. My confrere In whose thick boots I stood, were you amazed To wander through ...
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Reichsmarschall Hermann G?ring (1 April 1945) By W. D. Snodgrass - Giggle Poems
And why, Herr Reichsmarschall, is Italy Just like schnitzel? Pray, could an old, soft football be Much like a man in deep disgrace? Tell us, dear Mini ...
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Dr. Joseph Goebbels (22 April 1945) By W. D. Snodgrass - Giggle Poems
Stand back, make way, you mindless scum, Squire Voland the Seducer’s come— Old Bock from Babelsberg whose tower Falls silent now, whose shrunken power ...
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Magda Goebbels (30 April 1945) By W. D. Snodgrass - Giggle Poems
This is the Doctor who has brought Your needle with your special shot To quiet you; you won’t get caught Off guard or unprepared. Take this on your to ...
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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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Heart’s Needle By W. D. Snodgrass - Giggle Poems
1 Child of my winter, born When the new fallen soldiers froze In Asia’s steep ravines and fouled the snows, When I was torn By love I could not still, ...
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