REMEMBRANCE Comments

Because a dream beheld at me I am here today.
You walked down the lane to the deer park and for
a moment were not dead. I could not talk to you because
I had to make sure my legs were moving,
and so could not catch up with you. But it was you,
the outline of your body cut out lengthways
against the overhanging leaves you got no further
than going on for ever, a perfect likeness

that blackens in daylight. I sit recording it
while you dissolve away between the lines - it is
still early with grey sky beyond bare branches;
the word ‘wheste' occurs to me, wasteland,
in Eckhardt it stands for the inexpressible
imageless Nothing of divinity beyond god. It was because
of that film yesterday evening I think that I dreamed:
thus one always waits for something, to see if someone comes.
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