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This poem is taken from PN Review 144, Volume 28 Number 4, March - April 2002.

Three Poems Richard Meier

Dreamlike

And I was afloat, onboard what I took
to be an ark, an ark which housed a world,
a perfect one I felt, where everything
had at long last secured its long-lost half:
apple pips paired with baby squirrels' eyes,
rained-on puddles with rings in a jewellery box,
contour lines showing gentle hills with birch grain,
space with time, and so on; and you of course,
you were there, yet you refused to sit with me,
choosing instead the company of doves
(paired unconvincingly I thought, at first,
with snow); sending one out, you expressed hope
it might come back with something in its beak -
at which point my mind cleared. And that was that.


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