Dana Gioia

(24 December 1950 / Hawthorne, California)

Dana Gioia Poems

1. Litany 12/20/2011
2. Prayer 12/20/2011
3. Rough Country 12/20/2011
4. The Burning Ladder 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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Insomnia

Now you hear what the house has to say.
Pipes clanking, water running in the dark,
the mortgaged walls shifting in discomfort,
and voices mounting in an endless drone
of small complaints like the sounds of a family
that year by year you've learned how to ignore.

But now you must listen to the things you own,
all that you've worked for these past years,

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