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There were days...
and there were days between....
Summer flies and August dies
the world grows dark and mean...
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Sweetness
BY STEPHEN DUNN
Just when it has seemed I couldn’t bear
one more friend
waking with a tumor, one more maniac

with a perfect reason, often a sweetness
has come
and changed nothing in the world

except the way I stumbled through it,
for a while lost
in the ignorance of loving

someone or something, the world shrunk
to mouth-size,
hand-size, and never seeming small.

I acknowledge there is no sweetness
that doesn’t leave a stain,
no sweetness that’s ever sufficiently sweet ....

Tonight a friend called to say his lover
was killed in a car
he was driving. His voice was low

and guttural, he repeated what he needed
to repeat, and I repeated
the one or two words we have for such grief

until we were speaking only in tones.
Often a sweetness comes
as if on loan, stays just long enough

to make sense of what it means to be alive,
then returns to its dark
source. As for me, I don’t care

where it’s been, or what bitter road
it’s traveled
to come so far, to taste so good.

Stephen Dunn, “Sweetness” from New and Selected Poems 1974-1994. Copyright © 1989 by

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Fare thee well now
Let your life proceed by its own design
Nothing to tell now
Let the words be yours, I'm done with mine....

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All the years combine, they melt into a dream
A broken angel sings from a guitar...
In the end there's just a song
Comes crying like the wind
Through all the broken dreams
and vanished years....

...It all rolls into one
and nothing comes for free
There's nothing you can hold for very long
And when you hear that song
Come crying like the wind
It seems like all this life was just a dream...

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There were days, and there were days
And there were days between
Polished like a golden bowl
The finest ever seen
Hearts of Summer held in trust
Still tender young and green
Left on shelves collecting dust
Not knowing what they mean
Valentines of flesh and blood
As soft as velveteen
Hoping love would not forsake
The days that lie between
Lie between

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Shall we go, you and I, while we can...
Through the transitive nightfall of diamonds.... ?

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the days between...

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