I Dreamt Last Night I Was Writing a Poem…

Stephen Kuusisto wearing a fedora and trench coat, standing beside a dragon in Kyoto, Japan

I was Lord Byron with a club foot
But unlike my blind waking self
Many people loved me —
Fog mannequins
And assorted credulous ones

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Anyway the dream went on without poetry the way they tend to do…

No one can describe the happiness of others. We’re like dogs barking at hieroglyphs when we talk about emotion.

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Christ I spent years studying poetry and all I know is its a dream, this business of inter-personal comprehension. I hardly know myself.

About this life I recognize only a few bare details. I’ve a better chance calming the wind than understanding it.

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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