A poem by Alan Dugan
For old Billy Dugan, shot in the ass in the Civil War, my father said.
The old wound in my ass
has opened up again, but I
am past the prodigies
of youth’s campaigns, and weep
where I used to laugh
in war’s red humors, half
in love with silly-assed pains
and half not feeling them.
I have to sit up with
an indoor unsittable itch
before I go down late
and weeping to the storm-
cellar on a dirty night
and go to bed with the worms.
So pull the dirt up over me
and make a family joke
for Old Billy Blue Balls,
the oldest private in the world
with two ass-holes and no
place more to go to for a laugh
except the last one. Say:
The North won the Civil War
without much help from me
although I wear a proof
of the war’s obscenity.
A few random poems:
- Владимир Британишский – В чащобах памяти кого не встретишь вдруг
- Picking Cherries by Mike Yuan
- House Of Silence by Philip Levine
- Николай Языков – Романс (Что делал с Евою Адам)
- It Asked a Crumb of Me by Michael K. Shiu
- Владимир Костров – Я стою, как дерево в лесу
- May-Night by William Ellery Leonard
- Survivors by Siegfried Sassoon
- Buddies by Richard Schiffman
- The Princess: A Medley: Thy Voice is Heard poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Михаил Лермонтов – Баллада (В избушке позднею порою)
- Cats by Arthur Seymour John Tessimond
- To Fanny poem – John Keats poems
- Song IX: Ho Ye Who Seek Saving by William Morris
- Олег Бундур – Железное здоровье
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
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Poems in English
- I Heard You, Solemn-sweet Pipes of the Organ. by Walt Whitman
- I hear it was Charged against Me. by Walt Whitman
- I Hear America Singing. by Walt Whitman
- I Dream’d in a Dream. by Walt Whitman
- I am He that Aches with Love. by Walt Whitman
- Hush’d be the Camps To-day. by Walt Whitman
- How Solemn as One by One. by Walt Whitman
- Hours Continuing Long. by Walt Whitman
- Here the Frailest Leaves of Me. by Walt Whitman
- Here, Sailor. by Walt Whitman
- Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour. by Walt Whitman
- Great are the Myths. by Walt Whitman
- Gods. by Walt Whitman
- Gliding Over All. by Walt Whitman
- Give me the Splendid, Silent Sun. by Walt Whitman
- Germs. by Walt Whitman
- Full of Life, Now. by Walt Whitman
- From Paumanok Starting. by Walt Whitman
- From My Last Years. by Walt Whitman
- From Far Dakota’s Cañons. by Walt Whitman
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Alan Dugan (1923 – 2003) an American poet, a contemporary classic of American poetry.