Some Smarter Thing’s Problem

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7m2QciOj4OE

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I once wondered why dreams

rarely blundered into my

night’s somnolent view.

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Now I see they arrive in the day!

They’re in the drawings I draw.

They’re not in my poems:

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poetry drives, by my lights,

into being: it endlessly aims

at our seeing its sense.

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But drawings and dreams

are more bumbling and dense

and far dumber than poems.

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They’re a who-knows-what

running amok. Some Power

That Was at the drawing board

long ago let them come in:

allowed unavowed, unavowable

sins (if they’re sins) to kick

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pencil and pen around

paper to be what a dream is:

opaque, overwrought,

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a mistake. Some, without

protest, reside in the crow’s

nest right outside my window,

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where sometimes I lob them,

to make them not mine but

some smarter thing’s problem.

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