Dana Gioia

(24 December 1950 / Hawthorne, California)

Dana Gioia Poems

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


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 world does not need words. It articulates itself
in sunlight, leaves, and shadows. The stones on the path
are no less real for lying uncatalogued and uncounted.
The fluent leaves speak only the dialect of pure being.
The kiss is still fully itself though no words were spoken.

And one word transforms it into something less or other--
illicit, chaste, perfunctory, conjugal, covert.
Even calling it a kiss betrays the fluster of hands

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