Imagining Defeat Poem by David Berman
Imagining Defeat
She woke me up at dawn,
her suitcase like a little brown dog at her heels.
I sat up and looked out the window
at the snow falling in the stand of blackjack trees.
A bus ticket in her hand.
Then she brought something black up to her mouth,
a plum I thought, but it was an asthma inhaler.
I reached under the bed for my menthols
and she asked if I ever thought of cancer.
Yes, I said, but always as a tree way up ahead
in the distance where it doesn't matter
And I suppose a dead soul must look back at that tree,
so far behind his wagon where it also doesn't matter.
except as a memory of rest or water.
Though to believe any of that, I thought,
you have to accept the premise
that she woke me up at all.
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TWO and FINAL: It reflects the themes of impermanence, regret, and the fleeting nature of relationships that are prevalent throughout his writing.
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Then she brought something black up to her mouth, a plum I thought, but it was an asthma inhaler. I reached under the bed for my menthols and she asked if I ever thought of cancer. asthma inhaler...... very fine poem. tony
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I would like to translate this poem
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9/17/2024 2:36:33 PM # 1.0.0.1119
this is one of my favorite poems