Michael Harlow

Not Less by Dreaming More

We dream that we can make summer
Our cloth and paper house does not fall
Even the slow death of the garden is less

Small birds singing: medlar, almond
and pine shaken into planetary explosions
of song we catch against waking

We are not less by dreaming more; on
the back wall a bell with light inside
it where there was none before

From Today is the Piano’s Birthday   (Auckland/Oxford UP, 1981)

© Michael Harlow
 

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Last updated 20 March, 2005