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THE DREAMby David Solway
Also by David Solway:
My Daughter at Chess (1997)
My Mother's Chess (1981)
An Audible Anthology
I dreamed that you had ceased to love me --
not that you had come from other beds
back to mine, or gone from mine to others,
just that something in your heart had stopped.
I willed myself awake to find you still
beside me. It was just a dream, I thought,
yet when I turned to kiss you, in your eyes
I saw that you had ceased to love me.
I willed myself awake a second time
to find myself alone, as I have been
these many months, but did not know if it
was terror or relief I felt, and whether
dreams unfold the past or make the future
plain. I dreamed that you had ceased to love me,
and know when I see nothing in your eyes
I can't dream myself awake a third time.
David Solway is the author of Random Walks: Essays in Elective Criticism, which was published this fall.
Copyright © 1997 by The Atlantic Monthly Company. All rights reserved.
The Atlantic Monthly; December 1997; The Dream; Volume 280, No. 6; page 102.