friday refrain · spooky
Friday 29 June 2007 | I like a cookie
Funny thing—about that James Dickey poem I quoted at the end of my last post? It’s actually by Agee. I read it about ten years ago and it immediately lodged in my head—one of those you memorize without trying—but forgot who wrote it, just looked it up again and felt a bit ill with recognition. Feeling the cliff unmorsel from our heels. Happy Pyewacket’s Haircut Day, everyone.
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No doubt left. Enough deceiving.
Now I know you do not love.
Now you know I do not love.
Now we know we do not love.
No more doubt. No more deceiving.
Yet there is pity in us for each other
And better times are almost fresh as true.
The dog returns. And the man to his mother.
And tides. And you to me. And I to you.
And we are cowardly kind the cruelest way,
Feeling the cliff unmorsel from our heels
And knowing balance gone, we smile, and stay
A little, whirling our arms like desperate wheels.
—James Agee
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