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The Hug |
It was your birthday, we had drunk and dined
Half of the night with our old friend
Who'd showed us in the end
To a bed I reached in one drunk stride.
Already I lay snug,
And drowsy with the wine dozed on one side.
I dozed, I slept. My sleep broke on a hug,
Suddenly, from behind,
In which the full lengths of our bodies pressed:
Your instep to my heel,
My shoulder-blades against your chest.
It was not sex, but I could feel
The whole strength of your body set,
Or braced, to mine,
And locking me to you
As if we were still twenty-two
When our grand passion had not yet
Become familial.
My quick sleep had deleted all
Of intervening time and place.
I only knew
The stay of your secure firm dry embrace.
Thom Gunn
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Before enrolling in Trinity College, Cambridge, in 1950, he spent two years in the national service and six months in Paris. In 1954, the year after his graduation, Gunn's first poetry collection, Fighting Terms
Over the next few decades, he published several collections that were not as warmly received as his earliest work, including The Sense of Movement
During the 1970s and 80s, Gunn's poems were marked by the poet's personal experiences as he wrote more openly about his homosexuality and drug use. Many critics believed he was betraying his talents. But with the publication of The Man with Night Sweats
He went on to publish several more books of poetry in the United States and Britain, including Boss Cupid
Gunn's honors include the Levinson Prize, an Arts Council of Great Britain Award, a Rockefeller Award, the W. H. Smith Award, the PEN (Los Angeles) Prize for Poetry, the Sara Teasdale Prize, a Lila Wallace-Reader's Digest Award, the Forward Prize, and fellowships from the Guggenheim and MacArthur foundations.
Thom Gunn died on April 25, 2004, in his home in San Francisco.
5 comments:
Another great way to spend time at this computer. I am constantly astonished at the breath of the subject matter on this site. And the bringing together of this poem with the closining lines
My quick sleep had deleted all
Of intervening time and place.
I only knew
The stay of your secure firm dry embrace.
together with the accompanying photograph is absolutely amazing. Perhaps the two were published together, or did you assemble them?
"breath" is spelled "breadth" I know after posting...but maybe the "breath of life" is appropriate as well?
You never cease to find cool stuff to make the end of my day a good one!
Thanks, as always, for this great piece.
Peace <3
Jay
i think a trip to the libary is called for he sounds wonderful must read his work
Silvereagle, I put the picture with the poem. I thought it was incredibly fitting and it took me a while to find just the right one.
Jay, I do my best.
Becca, from what I have read of Gunn's work, he was a beautiful writer.
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