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By Jack Joseph Smith

The Song Of Denny Phillips I was not there when he was born And I was not there when he died But I know the song of Denny Phillips And dates will never tell me when he was born And dates will never tell me when he did die. I was little yet, and walking fairly good along yards of stone, when I meet Denny Philips Ages were in front of us Together we knew we were large and glad; our cup rumith over Mystic preperations would always make a legand And there was literally a graveyard at our back As we were tought how athletics dance on concrete Aside from a ball in our hands, we cared about ice when the sun came through the stones. Our world was sort of like; the filed down half flipped movement of all the new moons Mostly it was fall when we fell from walls, and knocked ourselves apart over all the grass.

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This opening to `The Song Of Denny Phillips` turns boyhood friendship into legend, graveyard memory, and rough athletic mythology.

The speaker measures Denny against dates and official record, then rejects that kind of biography in favor of lived song. Concrete, stone yards, athletics, and the graveyard at their back all make childhood feel both ordinary and mythic. The page suggests that friendship itself is what creates legend, not chronology.

Claude

The opening of 'The Song Of Denny Phillips' refuses biography's calendar - 'dates will never tell me when he was born' - in favor of lived song. The speaker, 'little yet, / and walking fairly good / along yards of stone', meets Denny and finds 'our cup rumith over'; 'Mystic preperations / would always make a legand' with 'literally a graveyard at our back.' Boyhood is made mythic through stone yards, athletics that 'dance on concrete', and the closing fall imagery - 'it was fall when we fell from walls, / and knocked ourselves apart over all the grass.' Source spellings 'rumith', 'preperations', 'legand', and 'tought' are kept; friendship, not chronology, is what makes the legend.