National Poetry Month: Issue 22

Two days left in NPM. Another poem from Richard Brautigan. Some of his poems were dedicated to various women in his life. This one is for Marcia. I wonder where Marcia is today?


I Live in the Twentieth Century*                  by Richard Brautigan

                                                                         For Marcia

 I live in the Twentieth Century
and you lie here beside me. You
were unhappy when you fell asleep.
There was nothing I could do about
it. I felt helpless. Your face
is so beautiful that I cannot stop
to describe it, and there;s nothing
I can do to make you happy while
   you sleep.

*Previously published in "The Pill Versus the Springhill Mine Disaster."


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