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Dean Young
Dean Young
The recipient of many fellowships, Dean Young is the author of many collections of poetry...
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Ash Ode

 
by Dean Young

When I saw you ahead I ran two blocks
shouting your name then realizing it wasnít
you but some alarmed pretender, I went on
running, shouting now into the sky,
continuing your fame and luster. Since I've
been incinerated, I've oft returned to this thought,
that all things loved are pursued and never caught,
even as you slept beside me you were flying off.
At least what's never had canít be lost, the sieve
of self stuck with just some larger chunks, jawbone,
wedding ring, a single repeated dream,
a lullaby in every elegy, descriptions
of the sea written in the desert, your broken
umbrella, me claiming I could fix it.






From Primitive Mentor by Dean Young. Copyright © 2008 by Dean Young. Published by University of Pittsburgh Press. Used by permission of the publisher. All rights reserved.
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