This poem is taken from PN Review 201, Volume 38 Number 1, September - October 2011.
Five Dreams and Jacob in the Afternoon
Five Dreams
Camera Lucida
What loves these things,
seeding them in you
like the white
persistent hands of poppy-sprouts
that tumble with the turned earth -
the home you dream of,
a condition of air
ungraspable as the smell of rain
on bright mornings?
Refracted by shining pavements,
or the tender light
...
A liquid perspective exists in this sky...
- Miguel Anxo Fernán Vello
Camera Lucida
What loves these things,
seeding them in you
like the white
persistent hands of poppy-sprouts
that tumble with the turned earth -
the home you dream of,
a condition of air
ungraspable as the smell of rain
on bright mornings?
Refracted by shining pavements,
or the tender light
...
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