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I.       Standing on the peak of a tsunami wave,          all I can think is          that I'm dreaming. II.      I was three-legged,           like a stool,           sitting atop my dream. III.     I fell from the sky into           an ocean vortex           which, dreaming, was simple. IV.     I saw my love, who died last year.           She and I are together as I dream. V.      My dream paints a ****** mess,           and the heaven I do not know.           I cannot say what is more beautiful... VI.     Sitting in a log cabin by the frozen lake,           a bird flew in and sat on my knee.           I asked him his name. "Dream," he said. VII.    In the wheat field,            I stand with all of my family.            All family is all I have ever            dreamed of. VIII.   She told him his accent            was dreamy.            I have heard her with his accent            in my dream. IX.      I woke up refreshed,            and my dream fluttered away            with the flock            of my neighbors'. X.        When I realize I'm in a dream             I'm horrified with pleasure,             and corrupted by fantasy. XI.       I was sitting on the beach,             and I thought my hero was             walking my way.             I got up and ran to her,             but she was my childhood friend... XII.      I don't feel fear.             I must be asleep... XIII.     I lay next to the woman I love,              holding her hand, sleeping.              I awaken from my nap              as she phones me from Italy.
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Dec 29, 2021
Dec 29, 2021 at 10:14 PM UTC
Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Dream
I.       Standing on the peak of a tsunami wave,          all I can think is          that I'm dreaming. II.      I was three-legged,           like a stool,           sitting atop my dream. III.     I fell from the sky into           an ocean vortex           which, dreaming, was simple. IV.     I saw my love, who died last year.           She and I are together as I dream. V.      My dream paints a ****** mess,           and the heaven I do not know.           I cannot say what is more beautiful... VI.     Sitting in a log cabin by the frozen lake,           a bird flew in and sat on my knee.           I asked him his name. "Dream," he said. VII.    In the wheat field,            I stand with all of my family.            All family is all I have ever            dreamed of. VIII.   She told him his accent            was dreamy.            I have heard her with his accent            in my dream. IX.      I woke up refreshed,            and my dream fluttered away            with the flock            of my neighbors'. X.        When I realize I'm in a dream             I'm horrified with pleasure,             and corrupted by fantasy. XI.       I was sitting on the beach,             and I thought my hero was             walking my way.             I got up and ran to her,             but she was my childhood friend... XII.      I don't feel fear.             I must be asleep... XIII.     I lay next to the woman I love,              holding her hand, sleeping.              I awaken from my nap              as she phones me from Italy.
This is an imitation poem in the style of "Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird," by Wallace Stevens.
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Dec 29, 2021
Dec 29, 2021 at 10:14 PM UTC
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