lines from Castile
Orange blossoms blowing over Castile
children begging for coinsI met my love under an orange tree
or was it an acacia tree
or was he not my love?I read this, then I dreamed this:
can waking take back what happened to me?
Bells of San Miguel
ringing in the distance
his hair in the shadows blond-whiteI dreamed this,
does that mean it didn’t happen?
Does it have to happen in the world to be real?I dreamed everything, the story
became my story:he lay beside me,
my hand grazed the skin of his shoulderMid-day, then early evening:
in the distance, the sound of a trainBut it was not the world:
in the world, a thing happens finally, absolutely,
the mind cannot reverse it.– Louise Gluck

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