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Stephen Dunn
SALVATION
SALVATION
SALVATION
Finally, I gave up on obeisance,and refused to welcome
either retribution or the tease
of sunny days. As for the can’t-be-
seen, the sum-of-all-details,
the One—oh, when it came
to salvation I was only sure
I needed to be spared
someone else’s version of it.
The small prayers I devised
had in them the hard sounds
of split and frost.
I wanted them to speak
as if it made sense to speak
to what isn’t there
in the beaconless dark.
I wanted them to startle
by how little they asked.
© 2005, Stephen Dunn
From: Poetry, Vol. 187, No. 2, November
Publisher: Poetry, Chicago
From: Poetry, Vol. 187, No. 2, November
Publisher: Poetry, Chicago
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SALVATION
Finally, I gave up on obeisance,and refused to welcome
either retribution or the tease
of sunny days. As for the can’t-be-
seen, the sum-of-all-details,
the One—oh, when it came
to salvation I was only sure
I needed to be spared
someone else’s version of it.
The small prayers I devised
had in them the hard sounds
of split and frost.
I wanted them to speak
as if it made sense to speak
to what isn’t there
in the beaconless dark.
I wanted them to startle
by how little they asked.
From: Poetry, Vol. 187, No. 2, November
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