Dana Gioia Poems
|1.||Thanks For Remembering Us||1/3/2003|
|3.||The Next Poem||1/3/2003|
|6.||Guide To The Other Gallery||1/3/2003|
|7.||California Hills In August||1/3/2003|
|9.||The Country Wife||1/3/2003|
|10.||Do Not Expect||1/3/2003|
|11.||Planting A Sequoia||1/3/2003|
|13.||The Sunday News||1/3/2003|
|15.||Emigre In Autumn||1/3/2003|
|17.||The Lost Garden||12/20/2011|
|18.||Sunday Night In Santa Rosa||12/20/2011|
|19.||The Burning Ladder||12/20/2011|
Thanks For Remembering Us
The flowers sent here by mistake,
signed with a name that no one knew,
are turning bad. What shall we do?
Our neighbor says they're not for her,
and no one has a birthday near.
We should thank someone for the blunder.
Is one of us having an affair?
At first we laugh, and then we wonder.
The iris was the first to die,
enshrouded in its sickly-sweet
and lingering perfume. The roses
fell one petal at a time,
and now the ferns are turning dry.
The room smells like a funeral,
but there they sit, too much at home,
accusing us of some small ...
The Next Poem
How much better it seems now
than when it is finally done–
the unforgettable first line,
the cunning way the stanzas run.
The rhymes soft-spoken and suggestive
are barely audible at first,
an appetite not yet acknowledged
like the inkling of a thirst.