William Simone Di Piero

[W. S. Di Piero] (1945 / United States)

William Simone Di Piero Poems

1. Smoke 1/29/2016
2. The Ash Bringer 4/27/2017
3. Big City Speech 4/27/2017
4. Brother Francis to Brother Leone 4/27/2017
5. Girl with Pearl Earring by Johannes Vermeer 4/27/2017
6. The Green Man 4/27/2017
7. Having My Cards Read 4/27/2017
8. Ice Plant in Bloom 4/27/2017
9. Injun Joe as an Avatar 4/27/2017
10. It's That Time 4/27/2017
11. Johnny One Note 4/27/2017
12. A Lowrider Loudly Brings Us 4/27/2017
13. Moving Things 4/27/2017
14. New Endymion 4/27/2017
15. Nocturne 4/27/2017
16. On a Picture by Cézanne 4/27/2017
17. The One-Year-Old Lemon Tree 4/27/2017
18. 'Pacific Surfliner' Now Arriving San Diego 4/27/2017
19. Renovations 4/27/2017
20. Saint Francis of Assisi 4/27/2017
21. Sales 4/27/2017
22. Saturday Afternoon 4/27/2017
23. The Shoe Box 4/27/2017
24. Skirts and Slacks 4/27/2017
25. So It Goes 4/27/2017
26. Solo R&B Vocal Underground 4/27/2017
27. Starlings 4/27/2017
28. To My Old City 4/27/2017
29. Tombo 4/27/2017
30. Two Girls 4/27/2017
31. Walt, the Wounded 4/27/2017
32. What's Left 4/27/2017
33. What To Do 4/27/2017
34. Chicago And December 2/18/2015

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Chicago And December

Trying to find my roost
one lidded, late afternoon,
the consolation of color
worked up like neediness,
like craving chocolate,
I'm at Art Institute favorites:
Velasquez's "Servant,"
her bashful attention fixed
to place things just right,
Beckmann's "Self-Portrait,"
whose fishy fingers seem
never to do a day's work,
the great stone lions outside
monumentally pissed
by jumbo wreaths and ribbons
municipal good cheer
yoked around their heads.
Mealy mist. Furred air.
I ...

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The Green Man

rumdumb from last night's shrubbery tryst
exhales soot, fernseed, shoots and vines,
brings his hot breath from the city park's wood,
saying a song we don't understand
through the briar and bay leaves of his beard.
And in Philadelphia, 1954,
out of late autumn's darkening he came,
a junkman lugging a Penn Fruit cart,
straw bristling his face, crying a name.

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