Treasure Island

John Ciardi


Poems of John Ciardi

1. About The Teeth Of Sharks 6/24/2014
2. Abundance 6/24/2014
3. An Apartment With A View 6/24/2014
4. An Emeritus Addresses The School 6/24/2014
5. Bees And Morning Glories 6/24/2014
6. High Tension Lines Across A Landscape 6/24/2014
7. Lines 6/24/2014
8. Men Marry What They Need 6/24/2013
9. Most Like An Arch This Marriage 6/24/2014
10. Nothing Is Really Hard But To Be Real— 6/24/2014
11. Port Of Aerial Embarkation 6/24/2014
12. Suburban 6/24/2013
13. The Catalpa 6/24/2014
14. The Dolls 6/24/2014
15. The Pilot In The Jungle 6/24/2014
16. White Heron 6/24/2013
17. Why Nobody Pets The Lion At The Zoo 6/24/2014

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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