John Updike Poems

The days are short,
The sun a spark,
Hung thin between
The dark and dark.
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Pearl Avenue runs past the high-school lot,
Bends with the trolley tracks, and stops, cut off
Before it has a chance to go two blocks,
At Colonel McComsky Plaza. Berth's Garage
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There was an old poop from Poughkeepsie,
Who tended, at night, to be tipsy.
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Those dutiful dogtrots down airport corridors
while gnawing at a Dunkin' Donuts cruller,
those hotel rooms where the TV remote
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Our last connection with the mythic.
My mother remembers the day as a girl
she jumped across a little spruce
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They will not be the same next time. The sayings
so cute, just slightly off, will be corrected.
Their eyes will be more skeptical, plugged in
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She must have been kicked unseen or brushed by a car.
Too young to know much, she was beginning to learn
To use the newspapers spread on the kitchen floor
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Though authors are a dreadful clan
To be avoided if you can,
I'd like to meet the Indian,
M. Anantanarayanan.
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What can you say about Pennsylvania
in regard to New England except that
it is slightly less cold, and less rocky,
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Black queen on the red king,
the seven on the black
eight, eight goes on the nine, bring
the nine on over, place
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