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AT THE RESTAURANT

by Stephen Dunn

Six people are too many people
and a public place the wrong place
for what you’re thinking–
 
stop this now.
 
Who do you think you are?
The duck à l’orange is spectacular,
the flan the best in town.
 
But there among your friends
is the unspoken, as ever,
chatter and gaiety its familiar song.
 
And there’s your chronic emptiness
spiraling upward in search of words
you’ll dare not say
 
without irony.
You should have stayed at home.
It’s part of the social contract
 
to seem to be where your body is,
and you’ve been elsewhere like this,
for Christ’s sake, countless times;
 
behave, feign.
 
Certainly you believe a part of decency
is to overlook, to let pass?
Praise the Caesar salad. Praise Susan’s
 
black dress, Paul’s promotion and raise.
Inexcusable, the slaughter in this world.
Insufficient, the merely decent man.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Born in New York City in 1939, Stephen Dunn is the author of 15 collections of poetry, including DIFFERENT HOURS, which won the 2001 Pulitzer Prize for Poetry. His other honors include an Academy Award in Literature from the American Academy of Arts and Letters, three National Endowment for the Arts Creative Writing Fellowships, a Guggenheim Fellowship, and a Rockefeller Foundation Fellowship. Dunn is the Distinguished Professor of Creative Writing at Richard Stockton College and lives in Frostburg, Maryland, with his wife, the writer Barbara Hurd.

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I picked up DIFFERENT HOURS by Stephen Dunn recently for $1 at an Out of the Closet thrift store (the best place in L.A. to purchase used books — for the quality of titles and low prices). When I flipped open the book this morning, I came to “At the Restaurant,” which reminded me of the poem I posted yesterday (“Dinner at the Who’s Who” by Laure-Anne Bosselaar).

People who follow this blog (and thank you for doing so!) know that I often post a number of entries on the same day that follow a theme. We had days filled with poetry about hardboiled eggs, cheese, libraries, and other topics.

The two recent poems by Stephen Dunn and Laure-Anne Bosselaar are about people tired of artifices who want to speak what’s in their hearts and souls. And these wonderful poets have the sensitivity and talent to tell us just what they are thinking and feeling — and what they’d like to share with their cultured friends. Instead, they write poems  — and tell the world.

Laure-Anne Bosselaar also served as coeditor of NIGHT OUT: Poems About Hotels, Motels, Restaurants, and Bars, which we featured in a post last August. Find this terrific collection at Amazon.com.

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DINNER AT THE WHO’S WHO
by Laure-Anne Bosselaar

amidst swirling wine
and flickers of silver guests quote
Dante, Brecht, Kant and each other.
 
I wait in the hall after not
powdering my nose, trying to re-
compose that woman who’ll
 
graciously take her place
at the table and won’t tell her hosts:
I looked into your bedroom
 
and closets, smelled your
“Obsession” and “Brut,” sat
on your bed, imagined you
 
in those spotless sheets, looked
long into the sad eyes of your son
staring at your walls from his frame.
 
I tried to smile at myself
in your mirrors, wondering if you
smile that way too: those resilient
 
little smiles one smiles
at one’s self before facing the day,
or another long night ahead —
 
guests coming for dinner.
So I wait in this hall because
there are nights it’s hard
 
not to blurt out Stop! Stop
our babble: Pulitzer, Wall Street, sex,
Dante, politics, wars, have some Chianti…
 
let’s stop and talk. Of our thirsts
and obsessions, our bedrooms
and closets, the brutes in our mirrors,
 
the eyes of our sons.
There is time yet — let’s talk.
I am starving.