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You wakened me to a dream of waking
in which I approached you and sang
your name. When I heard it again in the clouds
and river and trees I remembered the silence
in the sound of your name when you were here,
as if I were saying it with a voice in my head
that you could also hear and I was listening
for both of us, as you were, too,
and it didn’t matter which since it resounded
between us as we stood in a meadow,
both separate and together, fully involved
in musical flames that accompanied our voices
in crimson robes with holes at their center
that were also their mouths.
Copyright 2023 Chard deNiord
Chard deNiord’s many books include In My Unknowing (Pitt, 2020). He served as Poet Laureate of Vermont (2015-2019).
Just gorgeous.
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I agree. Gorgeous.
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