Dana Gioia

(24 December 1950 / Hawthorne, California)

Dana Gioia Poems

1. Litany 12/20/2011
2. Prayer 12/20/2011
3. The Burning Ladder 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. Do Not Expect 1/3/2003
13. The Sunday News 1/3/2003
14. Planting A Sequoia 1/3/2003
15. Guide To The Other Gallery 1/3/2003
16. California Hills In August 1/3/2003
17. Words 1/3/2003
18. The Next Poem 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

Comments about Dana Gioia

  • Jill Shilvock (12/26/2013 1:55:00 PM)

    I have only read the poems listed here on PoemHunter of Dana Gioia - but that was enough to realize what a talented poet he is. I only wish I could write as well. His style is so natural and unforced, and he writes about seemingly unimportant things or hugely important ones and makes both leave a lasting impression upon his readers. When some-one says 'But I don't know what to write about' they should read Dana Gioia and find out that anything can be made the subject of a poem.

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  • Bibhu Padhi (12/20/2013 9:23:00 PM)

    Fantastic. The poems are so quiet- like the things they talk about. And, they fulfill my wish: poems have to be short and strong enough to hold the reader's attention. Congratulations and cheers!

  • Charlotte Peters Rock (12/20/2011 5:05:00 PM)

    I have justread Dana Gioia's poem abut the flowers, called

    'Thanks for remembering us'

    That is just what we feel - in ways that we cannot usually describe.

    Thank you

  • Abdallah Mpogole Abdallah Mpogole (8/5/2010 3:58:00 AM)

    That's good Diana lets us mend this words to rule the world.

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 Next Poem

How much better it seems now
than when it is finally done–
the unforgettable first line,
the cunning way the stanzas run.

The rhymes soft-spoken and suggestive
are barely audible at first,
an appetite not yet acknowledged
like the inkling of a thirst.

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