Unreal Nature

August 26, 2013

I Am Not Who I Was

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Early Poems
by Donald Justice

How fashionably sad those early poems are!
On their clipped lawns and hedges the snows fall.
Rains beat against the tarpaulins of their porches,
Where, Sunday mornings, the bored children sprawl,
Reading the comics before their parents rise.
— The rhymes, the meters, how they paralyze!

Who walks out through their streets tonight?
No one. You know these small towns, how all traffic stops
At ten, the corner streetlamps gathering moths,
And mute, pale mannequins waiting in dark shops,
Undressed, and ready for the dreams of men.
— Now, the long silence. Now the beginning again.

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These are the first four and a quarter lines (out of forty-four) from:

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The Layers
by Stanley Kunitz

I have walked through many lives,
some of them my own,
and I am not who I was,
though some principle of being
abides, …

[ … ]

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-Julie

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