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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?
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ENGL 152W: Readings in American Literature