Homer, Boys in a Dory, 1873
Like a boat
drifting,
sleep
flows forward
on the deep water of dreams.
Drifts
and drifts...
until, finally
the bottom falls out of knowledge.
In
the fragrant mist of dawn
the rower wakes,
picks
up the oars, sets them,
and begins to row.
All
night
he labored in his dream
to be born
like
a song in the mouth of God.
- Robert Sund
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