A Fixed Idea By Amy Lowell - Giggle Poems
What torture lurks within a single thought When grown too constant; and however kind, However welcome still, the weary mind Aches with its presence.
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Unholy Sonnet 13 By Mark Jarman - Giggle Poems
Drunk on the Umbrian hills at dusk and drunk On one pink cloud that stood beside the moon, Drunk on the moon, a marble smile, and drunk, Two young Ame ...
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Unholy Sonnet 11 By Mark Jarman - Giggle Poems
Half asleep in prayer I said the right thing And felt a sudden pleasure come into The room or my own body.
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Unholy Sonnet 4 By Mark Jarman - Giggle Poems
Amazing to believe that nothingness??? Surrounds us with delight and lets us be,??? And that the meekness of nonentity,??? Despite the friction of the ...
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Gyroscope By Howard Nemerov - Giggle Poems
This admirable gadget, when it is Wound on a string and spun with steady force, Maintains its balance on most any smooth Surface, pleasantly humming a ...
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Balm in Gilead By Grace Schulman - Giggle Poems
“Is there no balm in Gilead?” So cries dour Jeremiah in granite tones. “There is a balm in Gilead,” replies a Negro spiritual. The baritone who chant ...
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Karenge ya Marenge By Countee Cullen - Giggle Poems
Wherein are words sublime or noble? What Invests one speech with haloed eminence, Makes it the sesame for all doors shut, Yet in its like sees but imp ...
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From the Dark Tower By Countee Cullen - Giggle Poems
We shall not always plant while others reap The golden increment of bursting fruit, Not always countenance, abject and mute, That lesser men should ho ...
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Yet Do I Marvel By Countee Cullen - Giggle Poems
I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind, And did He stoop to quibble could tell why The little buried mole continues blind,??? Why flesh that mirr ...
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Sonnet. To Tell the Truth By Alicia Ostriker - Giggle Poems
The playground—iron swingchains, fences, iron monkey bars, Iron seesaw handles, doubtless now rusted— Left a strong iron smell on my hands and in the ...
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Sonnet #10 By Hayden Carruth - Giggle Poems
The long parabola of neck and shoulder, flank and thigh I saw permute itself through unfolding and unlimited minuteness in the movement of your tall t ...
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