John Ciardi Poems
|1.||High Tension Lines Across A Landscape||6/24/2014|
|2.||Port Of Aerial Embarkation||6/24/2014|
|3.||An Emeritus Addresses The School||6/24/2014|
|4.||Most Like An Arch This Marriage||6/24/2014|
|5.||Nothing Is Really Hard But To Be Real—||6/24/2014|
|8.||Men Marry What They Need||6/24/2013|
|10.||Bees And Morning Glories||6/24/2014|
|11.||The Pilot In The Jungle||6/24/2014|
|14.||An Apartment With A View||6/24/2014|
|16.||About The Teeth Of Sharks||6/24/2014|
|17.||Why Nobody Pets The Lion At The Zoo||6/24/2014|
Why Nobody Pets The Lion At The Zoo
The morning that the world began
The Lion growled a growl at Man.
And I suspect the Lion might
(If he'd been closer) have tried a bite.
I think that's as it ought to be
And not as it was taught to me.
I think the Lion has a right
To growl a growl and bite a bite.
And if the Lion bothered Adam,
He should have growled right back at 'im.
The way to treat a Lion right
Is growl for growl and bite for bite.
True, the Lion is better fit
For biting than for being bit.
But if you look him in the eye
You'll find the Lion's rather ...
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