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. The Catalpa 6/24/2014
9. Abundance 6/24/2014
10. Bees And Morning Glories 6/24/2014
11. The Pilot In The Jungle 6/24/2014
12. White Heron 6/24/2013
13. Men Marry What They Need 6/24/2013
14. Lines 6/24/2014
15. The Dolls 6/24/2014
16. About The Teeth Of Sharks 6/24/2014
17. Why Nobody Pets The Lion At The Zoo 6/24/2014
18. Suburban 6/24/2013
Best Poem of John Ciardi


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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An Apartment With A View

I am in Rome, Vatican bells tolling
a windowful of God and Bernini.
My neighbor, the Pope, has died
and God overnight, has wept
black mantles over the sainted
stone age whose skirted shadows
flit through to the main cave.

I nurse a cold. It must be error

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