John Ciardi Poems
|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|
|10.||Bees And Morning Glories||6/24/2014|
|11.||The Pilot In The Jungle||6/24/2014|
|13.||Men Marry What They Need||6/24/2013|
|16.||Why Nobody Pets The Lion At The Zoo||6/24/2014|
|18.||About The Teeth Of Sharks||6/24/2014|
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About The Teeth Of Sharks
The thing about a shark is—teeth,
One row above, one row beneath.
Now take a close look. Do you find
It has another row behind?
Still closer—here, I'll hold your hat:
Has it a third row behind that?
Now look in and...Look out! Oh my,
I'll never know now! Well, goodbye.
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