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Rip Van Winkle

By William Corbett

Corbett, William. “Rip Van Winkle.” Ploughshares, vol. 3, no. 2 (1976), p. 59.

(1)

Nodding asleep sittin gup

a desire to have what

might happen erased

Will I be drunk

on Friday night as you will be?

My head is on my chest

emptied. I want to… I want to

my head is in the hands

of sleep like having my life

stop and begin again when

it’s all been said and done.

(2)

Rip Van Winkle

nodding asleep sitting up.

My head falls to my chest,

an empty. My head in the hands

of sleep like having my life

stop and begin again when

it’s all been said and done.

(3)

How dull How lifeless

How unlike himself

he’s become

or he’s apeshit, really

what’s all this about going

to cut his finger off

for something it did last night?

Will I be drunk

as he wants me to be

on Friday?

ENGL 152W: Readings in American Literature