Wednesday, December 16, 2009
copeland morris A DREAM
Ear to ear you wore
In mourning after
The strangeness of a willow
Embraced me once more.
You worried about my dreams;
Addressed me as "sir"
As curtly as you could
In the sedan where I seemed to live.
A man who rolled down the windows,
What must you do for him? Not even God
Can change the past.
Paul Valéry wrote his poems
When he was pulling on socks and shoes:
"God made everything out of nothing,
But the nothingness shows through."
posted by Copeland at 12:12 AM