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Dana Gioia

(24 December 1950 / Hawthorne, California)

Money


Money is a kind of poetry.
- Wallace Stevens

Money, the long green,
cash, stash, rhino, jack
or just plain dough.

Chock it up, fork it over,
shell it out. Watch it
burn holes through pockets.

To be made of it! To have it
to burn! Greenbacks, double eagles,
megabucks and Ginnie Maes.

It greases the palm, feathers a nest,
holds heads above water,
makes both ends meet.

Money breeds money.
Gathering interest, compounding daily.
Always in circulation.

Money. You don't know where it's been,
but you put it where your mouth is.
And it talks.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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  • Rookie Shambhu Nath (3/8/2007 11:07:00 PM)

    Respected sir, ,

    you know who for me i am a shambhu nath i have written many hindi and bhojpuri poem this site i have written my bibliography i am a poor persong in india i can't publish and recording my poem and song pls help me, , i want to mony what i do because i collected mony, , pls tell i am very poor person this time is my financial problembs, , pls help and suggestion (Report) Reply

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