Treasure Island

Alan Dugan

(12 February 1923 - 3 September 2003 / New York City, New York)

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  • Percy Dovetonsils (1/27/2012 3:45:00 PM)

    I want to add this superb poem by Alan Dugan, but can't figure out how to do it....

    Morning Song by Alan Dugan


    Look, it's morning and a little water gurgles in the tap.
    I wake up waiting, because it's Sunday, and turn twice more
    than usual in bed, before I rise to cereal and comic strips.
    I have risen to the morning danger and feel proud,
    and after shaving off the night's disguises, after searching
    close to the bone for blood, and finding only a little,
    I shall walk out bravely into the daily accident.

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On Looking for Models

The trees in time
have something else to do
besides their treeing. What is it.
I'm a starving to death
man myself, and thirsty, thirsty
by their fountains but I cannot drink
their mud and sunlight to be whole.
I do not understand these presences
that drink for months

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