Potential Titles: Dana Gioia

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Who had clothed you in my longing - Dana Gioia "After a Line of Neruda"

Read the living text of skin - Dana Gioia "After a Line of Neruda"

Awakened into knowledge beyond naming - Dana Gioia "After a Line of Neruda"

When a new sun clothes us in light - Dana Gioia "After a Line of Neruda"

Whispering their fables by the fire - Dana Gioia "The Ancient Ones"

The perfect emblem of futility - Dana Gioia "The Angel with the Broken Wing"

Forgotten now except by me - Dana Gioia "The Angel with the Broken Wing"

Became the hunger that they fed - Dana Gioia "The Angel with the Broken Wing"

Alone in spring's ephemeral cathedrals - Dana Gioia "The Apple Orchard"

Through the noisy crowds of other conversations - Dana Gioia "The Argument"

Along the miles of tight-strung wire - Dana Gioia "The Argument"

The secret terms of their surrender - Dana Gioia "At the Crossroads"

While someone else's fortune drifts downstream - Dana Gioia "At the Crossroads"

If you stand at the crossroads long enough - Dana Gioia "At the Crossroads"

Even the Devil striking up a deal - Dana Gioia "At the Crossroads"

Worship in no temple but the weather - Dana Gioia "Autumn Inaugural"

Who mount denial's shaky ladder - Dana Gioia "Autumn Inaugural"

Old robes worn for new beginnings - Dana Gioia "Autumn Inaugural"

Touched by youth's wayward astonishment - Dana Gioia "Autumn Inaugural"

Three thousand phantoms bellowing in your dreams - Dana Gioia "The Ballad of Jesus Ortiz"

The house where we buried the years - Dana Gioia "Cold San Francisco"

Where the gulls shout out their hymns - Dana Gioia "Cold San Francisco"

What does it cost to send a postcard to the underworld? - Dana Gioia "Finding a Box of Family Letters"

Carrying our dead letters to their lost addresses - Dana Gioia "Finding a Box of Family Letters"

The pathways of the gods are empty, flat, and hard - Dana Gioia "The Freeways Considered as Earth Gods"

A maze of mildewed storage rooms - Dana Gioia "Haunted"

Where fleeting shadows twisted in the depths - Dana Gioia "Haunted"

Last summer's garden buried in snow - Dana Gioia "The Heart of the Matter"

Carefully engraved borders of vanished nations - Dana Gioia "Map of the Lost Empire"

The sun never sets on your nostalgia - Dana Gioia "Map of the Lost Empire"

Savor the smoke of that sinister century - Dana Gioia "Meet Me at the Lighthouse"

Only ghosts at the bar - Dana Gioia "Meet Me at the Lighthouse"

Booked the best talent in Tartarus - Dana Gioia "Meet Me at the Lighthouse"

Death the collector is keeping the tab - Dana Gioia "Meet Me at the Lighthouse"

A baneful vagrant from the stormy skies - Dana Gioia "Pardon Me, Pilgrim"

A dusty sweetness under fictive eyes - Dana Gioia "Pardon Me, Pilgrim"

The secrets of your lunar embassy - Dana Gioia "Pardon Me, Pilgrim"

Loneliness and all forms of desire - Dana Gioia "Prayer at Winter Solstice"

Deciphering the future from a dusky summer sky - Dana Gioia "Prophecy"

The world's a book we learn to translate - Dana Gioia "Prophecy"

Imagining beauty in a stranger's eyes - Dana Gioia "Prophecy"

Finding a place where fear leads to desire - Dana Gioia "Prophecy"

What destiny requires us to renounce - Dana Gioia "Prophecy"

Slow our heartbeat to a cricket's call - Dana Gioia "Prophecy"

Underneath the murmur of the wasp - Dana Gioia "Prophecy"

The spider's silken whisper from its web - Dana Gioia "Prophecy"

The asphalt country of my childhood - Dana Gioia "Psalm and Lament for Los Angeles"

To revisit the precincts of memory - Dana Gioia "Psalm and Lament for Los Angeles"

Wandered the silent ruins of my city - Dana Gioia "Psalm and Lament for Los Angeles"

Close my ears to the beat of your tides - Dana Gioia "Psalm and Lament for Los Angeles"

Sprawl in the carnage and count the spoils - Dana Gioia "Psalm and Lament for Los Angeles"

Her crown is jeweled with seven sorrows - Dana Gioia "Psalm for Our Lady Queen of the Angels"

Dry river and tents of the outcast poor - Dana Gioia "Psalm for Our Lady Queen of the Angels"

Our demi-galaxy brighter than the zodiac - Dana Gioia "Psalm of the Heights"

Whose courses and conjunctions govern us - Dana Gioia "Psalm of the Heights"

Traveled the twelve Houses of the Heavens - Dana Gioia "Psalm of the Heights"

Cast the charts of our radiant sorrow - Dana Gioia "Psalm of the Heights"

Trace the secret transits of our joy - Dana Gioia "Psalm of the Heights"

The traffic shimmers in its fixed trajectories - Dana Gioia "Psalm of the Heights"

In the smoky canyons of Manhattan - Dana Gioia "Psalm of the Heights"

Where ecstasy cohabits with despair - Dana Gioia "Psalm of the Heights"

Inhale the spices of the midnight air - Dana Gioia "Psalm of the Heights"

My past where no one knows me - Dana Gioia "Reunion"

Had passed some milestone unaware - Dana Gioia "The Road"

Quench your thirst with stinging brine - Dana Gioia "Seaward"

No taste more bitter nor truer - Dana Gioia "Seaward"

Savor the blessings of my refusal - Dana Gioia "Seaward"

Satiate the hungers of your restlessness - Dana Gioia "Seaward"

Mute memorial to the drowned - Dana Gioia "Seaward"

Offer sacrifices proper to the season - Dana Gioia "Shopping"

The lovers, the loners, and the lost - Dana Gioia "Starting Over"

Night will always bring the old hungers - Dana Gioia "Starting Over"

Who slowed the jagged hours with absinthe - Dana Gioia "Tedium"

Will not rouse itself to feed - Dana Gioia "Tedium"

Ambassadors exchanging costly gifts - Dana Gioia "Three Drunk Poets"

Outwalked the furthest city light - Dana Gioia "Three Drunk Poets"

Blessed by the frankincense of fragrant fir - Dana Gioia "Tinsel, Frankincense, and Fir"

Bringing gifts we can't reciprocate - Dana Gioia "Tinsel, Frankincense, and Fir"

No holiday is holy without ghosts - Dana Gioia "Tinsel, Frankincense, and Fir"

Enticing maps and menus of easily affordable adventures - Dana Gioia "Travel"

Let someone else ascend the heights of Machu Picchu - Dana Gioia "Travel"

A postcard with a foreign stamp - Dana Gioia "Travel"

The secrets Hell exists to hide - Dana Gioia "The Underworld: V. Their Secrets"

Their heaviest burdens are invisible - Dana Gioia "The Underworld: VI. Baggage"

Some truths that only darkness knows - Dana Gioia "The Underworld: IX. Questions"

Swept on a course we never could have charted - Dana Gioia "Words, Words, Words"


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