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...THE WORLD AS WILL AND REPRESENTATION' by HAYDEN CARRUTH CONTRA MORTEM: THE LEAVES by HAYDEN CARRUTH DELUSION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BRER RABBIT, YOU'S DE CUTES' OF 'EM ALL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON JONES'S PRIVATE ARGYMENT by SIDNEY LANIER DOMESDAY BOOK: MRS. MURRAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |