Douglas Dunn
Born
in Inchinnan, Renfrewshire, Scotland
October 23, 1942
Genre
Influences
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Elegies
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published
1985
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7 editions
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The Oxford Book of Scottish Short Stories (Oxford Books of Prose)
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published
1995
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7 editions
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The Noise of a Fly
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Terry Street
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published
1969
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5 editions
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Twentieth-Century Scottish Poetry
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Northlight
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published
1988
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4 editions
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Selected Poems 1964-1983
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published
1986
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5 editions
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The Faber Book of Twentieth Century Scottish Poetry
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published
1992
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2 editions
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Secret Villages
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published
1985
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4 editions
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Twentieth Century Scottish Poems
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published
2001
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“The red sun drips its molten dusk. Wet fires
embrace the barren orchards, these gardens in
A city of cold slumbers. I am trapped in it.”
― Elegies
embrace the barren orchards, these gardens in
A city of cold slumbers. I am trapped in it.”
― Elegies
“It is summer, and we are in a house
That is not ours, sitting at a table
Enjoying minutes of a rented silence,
The upstairs people gone. The pigeons lull
To sleep the under-tens and invalids,
The tree shakes out its shadows to the grass,
The roses rove through the wilds of my neglect.
Our lives flap, and we have no hope of better
Happiness than this, not much to show for love
Than how we are, or how this evening is,
Unpeopled, silent, and where we are alive
In a domestic love, seemingly alone,
All other lives worn down to trees and sunlight,
Looking forward to a visit from the cat.”
― Selected Poems 1964-1983
That is not ours, sitting at a table
Enjoying minutes of a rented silence,
The upstairs people gone. The pigeons lull
To sleep the under-tens and invalids,
The tree shakes out its shadows to the grass,
The roses rove through the wilds of my neglect.
Our lives flap, and we have no hope of better
Happiness than this, not much to show for love
Than how we are, or how this evening is,
Unpeopled, silent, and where we are alive
In a domestic love, seemingly alone,
All other lives worn down to trees and sunlight,
Looking forward to a visit from the cat.”
― Selected Poems 1964-1983
“I dropped my penny in the well of dreams,
Into a deep, dark, distant, delayed splash.
The world was everything that thinks and seems
When I was twelve years old and dogging off
Into a free mind, writing reams and reams—
Invisible paper, invisible ink …
from “Disenchantments”
― Dante's Drum Kit
Into a deep, dark, distant, delayed splash.
The world was everything that thinks and seems
When I was twelve years old and dogging off
Into a free mind, writing reams and reams—
Invisible paper, invisible ink …
from “Disenchantments”
― Dante's Drum Kit
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