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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Fabrication Of Ancestors

For old Billy Dugan, shot in the ass in the Civil War, my father said.

The old wound in my ass
has opened up again, but I
am past the prodigies
of youth’s campaigns, and weep
where I used to laugh
in war’s red humors, half
in love with silly-assed pains

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