Showing posts with label W..H. Auden. Show all posts
Showing posts with label W..H. Auden. Show all posts

Saturday, August 15, 2015

At Dirty Dick's

By Jack Brummet


Dean Ericksen sent me this great found photo. It chimed. I remembered WH Auden's poem Master and Bosun's Song (which Francis used to often read and became one of the maybe ten poems I can recite from heart). I don't know the provenance of Dirty Dick's, but Auden wrote:

"At Dirty Dick's and Sloppy Joe's
We drank our liquor straight.
Some went upstairs with Marjorie
And some, alas, with Kate..."
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