Today's Poem "Sixty"

SIXTY

By Stephen Dunn (from his Pulitzer Prize collection, “Different Hours”)

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Because in my family the heart goes first

and hardly anybody makes it out of his fifties,

I think I'll stay up late with a few bandits

of my choice and resist good advice.

I'll invent a secret scroll lost by Egyptians

and reveal its contents: the directions

to your house, recipes for forgiveness.

History saysmyventricles are stone alleys,

my heart itself a city with a terrorist

holed up in the mayor's office.

I'm in the mood to punctuate

only with that maker of promises, the colon:

next, next, next, its says, God bless it.

As García Lorca may have written: some people

forget to live as if a great arsenic lobster

could fall on their heads at any moment.

My sixtieth birthday is tomorrow.

Come, play poker with me,

I want to be taken to the cleaners.

I've had it with all stingy-hearted sons of bitches.

A heart is to be spent. As for me, I'll share

my mulcher with anyone who needs to mulch.

It's time to give up the search for the invisible.

On the best of days there's little more

than the faintest intimations. The millennium,

my dear, is sure to disappoint us.

I think I'll keep on describing things

to ensure that they really happened.