John Ciardi


John Ciardi Poems

1. Philosophical Poem 12/21/2015
2. High Tension Lines Across A Landscape 6/24/2014
3. Port Of Aerial Embarkation 6/24/2014
4. An Emeritus Addresses The School 6/24/2014
5. Most Like An Arch This Marriage 6/24/2014
6. Nothing Is Really Hard But To Be Real— 6/24/2014
7. An Apartment With A View 6/24/2014
8. Abundance 6/24/2014
9. Bees And Morning Glories 6/24/2014
10. White Heron 6/24/2013
11. Men Marry What They Need 6/24/2013
12. Lines 6/24/2014
13. About The Teeth Of Sharks 6/24/2014
14. The Catalpa 6/24/2014
15. The Dolls 6/24/2014
16. Why Nobody Pets The Lion At The Zoo 6/24/2014
17. The Pilot In The Jungle 6/24/2014
18. Suburban 6/24/2013

Comments about John Ciardi

  • Rena P (9/30/2018 5:36:00 PM)

    I was looking for a poem entitled, Rules. It is by John Ciardi
    Whatever way a thing is done it's wrong as I hope you know for that is the rule of one times one...

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  • sally walsh (9/2/2018 10:30:00 AM)

    looking for John Ciardi's Two Egrets

  • Katy grischy (8/9/2018 11:35:00 AM)

    Cannot find John Ciardi's poem Cezanne anywhere! Can you help?

  • Em Smith (5/12/2014 10:24:00 PM)

    I absolutely love love love Ciardi's poetry, but I was disappointed to find that my favourite of is poems, 'My Father's Watch', is not available on poemhunter. Any chance this could be rectified?

Best Poem of John Ciardi

Suburban

Yesterday Mrs. Friar phoned.'Mr. Ciardi,
how do you do?' she said. 'I am sorry to say
this isn't exactly a social call. The fact is
your dog has just deposited-forgive me-
a large repulsive object in my petunias.'

I thought to ask, 'Have you checked the rectal grooving
for a positive I.D.?' My dog, as it happened,
was in Vermont with my son, who had gone fishing-
if that's what one does with a girl, two cases of beer,
and a borrowed camper. I guessed I'd get no trout.

But why lose out on organic gold for a wise crack
...

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Men Marry What They Need

Men marry what they need. I marry you,
morning by morning, day by day, night by night,
and every marriage makes this marriage new.

In the broken name of heaven, in the light
that shatters granite, by the spitting shore,
in air that leaps and wobbles like a kite,

I marry you from time and a great door

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