from “Light” by C. K. Williams
Always in the dream I seemed conscious of myself having the dream even as I dreamed it.
Even now, the dream moving towards light, the field of light flowing gently towards me,
I watch myself dreaming, I watch myself dreaming and watching, I watch both watchers together.
It almost seems that this is what dream is about, to think what happens as it’s happening
At last, sometimes, perhaps driven to this, perhaps falling upon it in exhaustion or resignation,
I try to recapture how I once dreamed, innocently, with no thought of being beside or beyond:
I imagine myself in that healing accord I still somehow believe must precede or succeed dream.
My vigilance never flags, though; I behold the infernal beholder, I behold the uncanny beheld,
this mind streaming through me, its turbulent stillness, its murmur, inexorable, beguiling.
(part of my No Center series)
8 thoughts on “I Watch Myself Dreaming”
Thanks, Richard. I’m glad you liked the post, and sorry I missed this comment earlier.
Thanks, I’m partial to that one too, but I wanted to see how they worked together.
Great eye as always, Chris. Love the last picture. I’m simple like that.
Very nice pairing again. I like what your light and shade is saying – your photographs are both elegant and eloquent. Great post.
It’s a remarkable poem. Not sure the photos do justice to it, but I’m glad you liked the pairing.
Love the opening line to the poem. The photos go so well with it, especially the flowers gone to seed.
Thanks a lot. I’m glad you like them.