Richard Brautigan

(January 30, 1935 – September 14, 1984 / Tacoma, Washington)

I Live In The Twentieth Century - Poem by Richard Brautigan

I live in the Twentieth Century
and you lie here beside me. You
were unhappy when you fell asleep.
There was nothing I could do about
it. I felt hopeless. Your face
is so beautiful that I cannot stop
to describe it, and there's nothing
I can do to make you happy while
you sleep.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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