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|
|14.||Most Like An Arch This Marriage||6/24/2014|
|16.||Men Marry What They Need||6/24/2013|
|17.||Why Nobody Pets The Lion At The Zoo||6/24/2014|
|18.||About The Teeth Of Sharks||6/24/2014|
About The Teeth Of Sharks
The thing about a shark is—teeth,
One row above, one row beneath.
Now take a close look. Do you find
It has another row behind?
Still closer—here, I'll hold your hat:
Has it a third row behind that?
Now look in and...Look out! Oh my,
I'll never know now! Well, goodbye.
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