Poet's ChoiceBy Edward Hirsch
By Edward Hirsch
Sunday, July 4, 2004; Page BW12
Slept dreams, they say, take just a few seconds
no matter how long they are. Or how far
I walked on that bridge of spider silk
with the moon beside me like a friend.
Her light trapped us in a radiance of bliss so
pure, hours weren't hours, or minutes minutes
as we passed my old lecture hall, its professor
stopping in the middle of his question: "Can
someone here tell me -- ?" to stare at us as we
floated along, my insouciance blurring a little
with a sense of guilt. Had I a right to this?
Could such joy be mine for free? . . .
Dorothea Tanning, "Bridge, Moon, Professor, Shoes"
At 93, Dorothea Tanning, who has had a long and marvelous life as a visual artist, is our most surprising new poet. She is an audacious dreamer, and the spirit of creativity, the sheer joy of making things, is everywhere apparent in her restless, inventive, energetic and triumphant first book of poems, A Table of Content.
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