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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Best Poem of Alan Dugan

Elegy

I know but will not tell
you, Aunt Irene, why there
are soap suds in the whiskey:
Uncle Robert had to have
A drink while shaving.

Read the full of Elegy

Nomenclature

My mother never heard of Freud
and she decided as a little girl
that she would call her husband Dick
no matter what his first name was
and did. He called her Ditty. They
called me Bud, and our generic names
amused my analyst. That must, she said,
explain the crazy times I had in bed
and quoted Freud: "Life is pain."

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