Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Still Life

Dream with Flowers and Bowl of Fruit
by Deborah Warren
from The New Yorker, October 1, 2007

Too many of my dreams these days are boring.
I expect to drop into the pillow
and see the kind of action night is for--
a psychic workout, romance, close escapes:
Not much gets accomplished in a still-life;

nobody looks at asters as a way
to get a taste of life. I want to happen,
not to slightly rearrange my day
nightly in a recurring tablescape.
Dreams! However beautiful the apples,

fruit is low on drama, and I miss
passion, flying, falling, being chased,
crashing, panic---trauma---and I miss,
small and quick, a morement in the grapes,
and the shiver of a petal in the vase.

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