To climb these stairs again, bearing a tray,
Might be to find you pillowed with your books,
Your inventories listing gowns and frocks
As if preparing for a holiday.
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Wrong to use a computerised voice to recite poems. All subtelty intonation of a human voice lost
I just love how Dunn, like in this sonnet, offers the reader a journey into love. The opening two quatrains are masterful in setting up the turn/caesura, as the quotidian routines of couples/love are overturned by the misfortunes of a premature death. The final two triplets turn upside the expectations set up the opening half through the images of a tray and a symmetry of husbands.
Yo this sounds like a dope intro tape
And it totally was a dope intro track. I've never heard a poem more suited for a track by the body.