The Golden Shovel
after Gwendolyn Brooks
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The Good-Morrow
I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then?
But sucked on country pleasures, childishly? . . .
Good People
From the kindness of my parents
I suppose it was that I held
that belief about suffering . . .
Grandfather
In 1915 my grandfather’s
neighbors surrounded his house . . .
Gravelly Run
I don’t know somehow it seems sufficient
to see and hear whatever coming and going is,
losing the self to the victory . . .
The Great Blue Heron
As I wandered on the beach
I saw the heron standing
Sunk in the tattered wings . . .
The Greatest Grandeur
Some say it’s in the reptilian dance
of the purple-tongued sand goanna,
for there the magnificent translation . . .
Grief
I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless;
That only men incredulous of despair,
Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air . . .
Gulf Memo
Tell me the way to the wedding
Tell me the way to the war,
Tell me the needle you’re threading . . .
