Look at Duke! He stays up and up. Stays up in the music. Up where the music reaches. Up through the waves of the music. His waves slicked back. Duke's staying up all night so long that time stays up with him. But you can see the afternoon in his eyes. Yellow sunlight going down. And he sleeps late. Slow at home. Remembering Jungle Nights. Sailing on the wide wings of a Blue Bird, sailing light. And somebody's always saying Hold it, Duke, I wanna take your picture, and they can't even see him. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: MRS. GREGORY WENNER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. CHARLES BLISS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO LIZBIE BROWNE by THOMAS HARDY A FOREIGN RULER by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR WEARINESS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE LITTLE GHOST by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY |