We Stopped at Perfect Days by Richard Brautigan
We Stopped at Perfect Days
Richard BrautiganWe stopped at perfect days
and got out of the car.
The wind glanced at her hair.
It was as simple as that.
I turned to say something—
MARGINALIA
Listening to Yo-Yo Ma’s Cello Concerto, Op85 – Adagio. Working in a trance, as another typhoon sweeps through the streets outside. You are already naked, says the voice in my head, there is no reason not to follow your heart. I think I finally know what the future can be like.
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SHARED WITH GRATITUDE
This poem appeared in This is from Rommel Drives On Deep Into Egypt by Richard Brautigan, published by Delacorte, 1979. (Available on: Amazon • Bookshop)
ABOUT RICHARD BRAUTIGAN
Richard Brautigan was born in Tacoma, Washington. He had a difficult childhood, and he did not attend college. He is the author of the poetry collections June 30th, June 30th (1978), Loading Mercury with a Pitchfork (1975), The Pill Versus the Springhill Mine Disaster (1968), Rommel Drives on Deep Into Egypt (1970), and The San Francisco Weather Report (1969), among others. He continued writing throughout the 1970s, producing such books as Dreaming of Babylon: A Private Eye… (more)
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this poem was so surprising! take care.