This is right and proper
My mother waves from behind this shade
She’s farther off—I suspect
She’s reaching for birds
**
Last night I dreamt my dead teacher was still alive
He was a famous poet
Then in a twist
He was alive and dead at the same time
I stood under a lamppost in twilight
I wrote him a poem
Though of course, being blind
I couldn’t see the page
**
Like Gunnar Ekelof I sometimes have a confused feeling that I’m inside my own eye which is opening again
I am in a field
**
Yes mother ghost
That’s a lovely bird in your hand
How did you capture it alive?
Planet of the Blind 