On A Seven-Day Diary by Alan Dugan
On A Seven-Day Diary
Alan DuganOh I got up and went to work
and worked and came back home
and ate and talked and went to sleep.
Then I got up and went to work
and worked and came back home
from work and ate and slept.
Then I got up and went to work
and worked and came back home
and ate and watched a show and slept.
Then I got up and went to work
and worked and came back home
and ate steak and went to sleep.
Then I got up and went to work
and worked and came back home
and ate and fucked and went to sleep.
Then it was Saturday, Saturday, Saturday!
Love must be the reason for the week!
We went shopping! I saw clouds!
The children explained everything!
I could talk about the main thing!
What did I drink on Saturday night
that lost the first, best half of Sunday?
The last half wasn’t worth this ‘word.’
Then I got up and went to work
and worked and came back home
from work and ate and went to sleep,
refreshed but tired by the weekend.
MARGINALIA
Story of my life.
ABOUT ALAN DUGAN
Alan Dugan was born in Brooklyn, New York on February 12, 1923. In 1949, he earned a BA from Mexico City College. Dugan taught at Sarah Lawrence, Connecticut College, and the University of Colorado. Dugan’s first book, Poems (1961), selected for the Yale Series of Younger Poets, was awarded the National Book Award and the Pulitzer Prize. He is the author of the poetry collections Poems Seven: New and Complete Poetry (2001), winner of the National Book Award; Poems… (more)
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