Dugan, Alan 1982

Friday, October 15, 1982

The curtains belly in the waking room.
Sails are round with holding, horned at top,
and net a blue bull in the wind: the day.
They drag the blunt hulls of my heels awake
and outrigged by myself through the morning seas.
If I do land, let breakfast harbor me.

– Alan Dugan, “Landfall”

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Listen to recordings of Alan Dugan reading his poetry, with an introduction to his life and work, in the Poetry Foundation’s Essential American Poets Podcast:

In winter a crow flew at my head
because her fledgling warmed
the brute nest of my fist. Ah,
the pear clipped in her yellow beak
fell from her cry of “Ransom,” and
I freed my bird for grace.

– Alan Dugan, “Admonitor: A Pearl For Arrogance”

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