‘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. Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Related 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 Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email.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. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.