Dearest Robbie Rob,
In an earlier message about your wonderful poem-snap, I said "tender" and
"beautiful" about it.
What I didn't say is that you may not have intended "tender" and "beautiful"
in your poem, but In Me, your words evoked those feelings.
A short time ago, Lawrence Upton wrote that "one can reflect that what we
say and write are in the way of largely submerged icebergs..."
We poets often don't know, fully and perfectly, what we intend in our poems.
As in collages or dreams, we've drawn together bits that cohere and then
surprise us with their meanings. And we can be fortunate in the discoveries
we learn from our readers. All their sensitive interpretations may apply
to our works and may inspire us. Being open to sincerely helpful
interpretations can bring reverence for our own gifts as well as those of
our interpreters. It can also make us solitary folk meditate upon the
beauty of our friends' help---their love manifest.
Judy
----- Original Message -----
From: "Robin Hamilton" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Wednesday, August 03, 2005 7:46 AM
Subject: Dream Snap
SWEET DREAMS
With some dreams there’s no returning, others
I find myself driven back to again and again.
Not willingly,
Not gladly.
Another sleeptime lost in a strange town:
Been there all too often.
In dreams returns reality –
Rising late, against all my desires, I leave
Unwilling even that town of ghosts
I find myself lost in.
I met a dream once – I think
It was Monday. By Wednesday …
Don’t step into the same dream twice.
11.45 am L'bro
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