John Ciardi Poems
|2.||High Tension Lines Across A Landscape||6/24/2014|
|3.||Port Of Aerial Embarkation||6/24/2014|
|4.||An Emeritus Addresses The School||6/24/2014|
|5.||Nothing Is Really Hard But To Be Real—||6/24/2014|
|6.||An Apartment With A View||6/24/2014|
|9.||Bees And Morning Glories||6/24/2014|
|10.||The Pilot In The Jungle||6/24/2014|
|12.||Most Like An Arch This Marriage||6/24/2014|
|15.||About The Teeth Of Sharks||6/24/2014|
|17.||Men Marry What They Need||6/24/2013|
|18.||Why Nobody Pets The Lion At The Zoo||6/24/2014|
Why Nobody Pets The Lion At The Zoo
The morning that the world began
The Lion growled a growl at Man.
And I suspect the Lion might
(If he'd been closer) have tried a bite.
I think that's as it ought to be
And not as it was taught to me.
I think the Lion has a right
To growl a growl and bite a bite.
And if the Lion bothered Adam,
He should have growled right back at 'im.
The way to treat a Lion right
Is growl for growl and bite for bite.
True, the Lion is better fit
For biting than for being bit.
But if you look him in the eye
You'll find the Lion's rather ...
What lifts the heron leaning on the air
I praise without a name. A crouch, a flare,
a long stroke through the cumulus of trees,
a shaped thought at the sky - then gone. O rare!
Saint Francis, being happiest on his knees,
would have cried Father! Cry anything you please
But praise. By any name or none. But praise
the white original burst that lights