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Sunday Sentence

 

In which I participate in David Abrams’s “Sunday Sentence” project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.”

One of these days I’ll be gone.

Source: Kathryn Stripling Byer (1944-2017), from a poem originally published in Poetry (November 1982) and included in the October 2017 issue.

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  1. Erika, the poem your sentence, arresting in itself, directed me to is – well, I’m a bit breathless having read it, and it is one that I know I shall be returning to often over the next few days. The first parts were almost like a blues lyric, but then Shakespearian at the same time (that word “crabbed”). I was also reminded of Donald Hall’s beautiful essays on old age (Essays After Eighty). Then that final stanza, the saying of goodbyes, the naming of remembered things before the “one more summer” and, in the end, singing. Beautiful, skillful, fully realized. Thank you for finding and sharing.

    • Isn’t it something? The magazine printed it on the inside cover, and honestly, it was tough for anything on the subsequent pages to capture me quite as that piece did.

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