‘Far From Home, First Dream in Months’ by Andrew Szilvasy The Society March 30, 2016 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 2 Comments August 13, 2012 I dreamt last night of singing with Li Po. (Or is he now sleeping, dreaming of me?) How much we drank… The world all vertigo… He brought his ch’in. It was life’s apogee. Yet thinking back, if he dreamt me before I went to sleep, what would he think? How strange The beer, steel stools, Beatles’ song, pub décor, How far from his wooded Eastern Mountain Range! On a distant tree, a white-crowned sparrow sings. Can you too hear it? Or are you still absent? It’s been too long since your last visiting, And my time out West has largely been misspent. Tonight, you won’t see Venus; the moon occludes —O my love, who can bear such starry interludes? Andrew Szilvasy teaches literature outside Boston, and lives in the city with his wife and two cats. Related Post ‘Sing Me Not’ by Oliver Mort Goddess, sing me not, that barbaric yawp of man’s puny sorrows. He wants to swap his countless ills, not go down to Hades. The dogs and vultures wa... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 2 Responses Joseph Charles MacKenzie March 31, 2016 This is a very interesting poem indeed. I do believe the final couplet succeeds. Reply james sale March 31, 2016 Wonderful poem – love the control of the Western sonnet form with the Eastern imagistic philosophy: very powerful. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.