John Ciardi

John Ciardi Poems

1. Why Nobody Pets The Lion At The Zoo 6/24/2014
2. Suburban 6/24/2013
3. About The Teeth Of Sharks 6/24/2014
4. The Dolls 6/24/2014
5. Lines 6/24/2014
6. Men Marry What They Need 6/24/2013
7. Bees And Morning Glories 6/24/2014
8. The Pilot In The Jungle 6/24/2014
9. White Heron 6/24/2013
10. The Catalpa 6/24/2014
11. Abundance 6/24/2014
12. An Apartment With A View 6/24/2014
13. Nothing Is Really Hard But To Be Real— 6/24/2014
14. Most Like An Arch This Marriage 6/24/2014
15. An Emeritus Addresses The School 6/24/2014
16. High Tension Lines Across A Landscape 6/24/2014
17. Port Of Aerial Embarkation 6/24/2014

White Heron

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

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