Reality is no comparison
to fantasies I have of you,
while keillored in my garrison
I write poetic points of view
that don’t conform to what mundanely
confines our vision to the real,
for I prefer to look insanely
for Papageno’s glockenspiel,
to see all the enchantment that
surrounds us, and permute
reality which I combat,
imagining a magic flute.
Inspired by an e-mail from our friend from Hershey, PA days, Ann Shubert, who, five weeks after the death of her fabulous father, responded to my poem that was published in the NYT, “Shall I Compare Thee? ” with an e-mail entitled “Reality is No Comparison”:
7/28/08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem