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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A Baroque Wall-Fountain in the Villa Sciarra By Richard Wilbur - Giggle Poems
Under the bronze crown Too big for the head of the stone cherub whose feet A serpent has begun to eat, Sweet water brims a cockle and braids down Past...
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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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After the Last Bulletins By Richard Wilbur - Giggle Poems
Oh none too soon through the air white and dry Will the clear announcer’s voice Beat like a dove, and you and I From the heart’s anarch and responsibl...
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Love Calls Us to the Things of This World By Richard Wilbur - Giggle Poems
The soul shrinks From all that it is about to remember, From the punctual rape of every blessèd day, And cries, “Oh, let there be nothing on earth but...
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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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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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Philosophia Perennis By Anne Waldman - Giggle Poems
I turned: quivering yellow stars in blackness??? I wept: how speech may save a woman The picture changes & promises the heroine??? That nighttime & me...
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The Lie By Anne Waldman - Giggle Poems
Art begins with a lie ??????The separation is you plus me plus what we make ????????????Look into lightbulb, blink, sun’s in your eye I want a rare s...
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A Phonecall from Frank O’Hara By Anne Waldman - Giggle Poems
I want to be free of poetry's ornaments, its duty, free of constant irritation, me in it, what was grander reason for being? ‘While frank and free/cal...
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Makeup on Empty Space By Anne Waldman - Giggle Poems
I am putting makeup on empty space all patinas convening on empty space rouge blushing on empty space I am putting makeup on empty space pasting eyela...
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Scallop Song By Anne Waldman - Giggle Poems
I wore a garland of the briar that put me now in awe I wore a garland of the brain that was whole It commanded me, done babbling And I no more blab...
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