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

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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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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