Dana Gioia

(24 December 1950 / Hawthorne, California)

Dana Gioia Poems

1. Litany 12/20/2011
2. The Burning Ladder 12/20/2011
3. Prayer 12/20/2011
4. Rough Country 12/20/2011
5. Sunday Night In Santa Rosa 12/20/2011
6. The Lost Garden 12/20/2011
7. Summer Storm 12/20/2011
8. Emigre In Autumn 1/3/2003
9. Veterans' Cemetery 1/3/2003
10. The Country Wife 1/3/2003
11. Pentecost 1/3/2003
12. The Sunday News 1/3/2003
13. Do Not Expect 1/3/2003
14. Planting A Sequoia 1/3/2003
15. California Hills In August 1/3/2003
16. Guide To The Other Gallery 1/3/2003
17. The Next Poem 1/3/2003
18. Words 1/3/2003
19. Insomnia 1/3/2003
20. Unsaid 1/3/2003
21. Thanks For Remembering Us 1/3/2003
22. Money 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Dana Gioia

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...

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The Country Wife

She makes her way through the dark trees
Down to the lake to be alone.
Following their voices on the breeze,
She makes her way. Through the dark trees
The distant stars are all she sees.
They cannot light the way she's gone.
She make her way through the dark trees
Down to the lake to be alone.

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