—Now let me tell you why I said that. …
John Ciardi
The thing about a shark is—teeth, …
I …
I am in Rome, Vatican bells tolling …
No one can wish nothing. …
Morning glories, pale as a mist drying, …
A boy came up the street and there was a girl. …
There are diagrams on stilts all wired together …
I did not have exactly a way of life …
Most like an arch—an entrance which upholds …
There is no widening distance at the shore— …
The catalpa’s white week is ending there …
Night after night forever the dolls lay stiff …
The morning that the world began …