Breathes from the whole place -- Your remnant song, that seems Refl ective, now, subdued, Sounding entirely good. And with my Thermarest Between me and the stones And sticks, to spare old bones That have no fl esh to spare -- Outstretched, with eyes covered Beside this upper reach, With your much dwindled stream Still making itself heard I went down into sleep Through the leaf-shady air. In my sleep came a dream, And in the dream (I swear) A vision, then a speech, Abrupt as a sonic boom, That broke into the hush I faced in a long room In which I used to teach -- Broke, then went on in a rush, In which the vision hovered. Here it is, word for word: |