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Why is it that in dreams I have visited - As teacher or pupil - almost every college and school In our once so green and pleasant land? Hardly a subject from art to anthropology I have not In dream seminar or floating spinning classroom Studied or tried my prentice hand at, or learned At the sandalled feet of some guru; as this minute I returned from an easeled art room with the title Of my weekly essay, ‘Discuss the links between the work Of any symbolist poet and Monet.’ O, how slowly I drifted back to consciousness Probing delightedly the dizzying whitenesses of Mallarm? Strolling along an avenue of linden trees Under a Provencal sky of azure Wet with the scent of jasmine and lavender. Yet in reality, things could hardly have been more different: Watching our children grow from their first tottering steps, Helping to tend them in sickness, learning the basics Of the healer’s art, taking an old man to a ward, Listening, listening to how many troubled lives And to my own, perhaps; seeking to tease a meaning Or find a thread in the jumbled maze of sorrows Souls in their turbulence and grief have wandered through. I even wrote a novel, ‘A Gone World’ I called it, And helped another with the birth-pangs of her own. Trying my hand at translation I puzzled the subtle Metaphors of Reverdy, wandering his midnight landscapes Of windmills and cross-roads where faith meets fate And neither will succumb. I sat in a packed lecture hall while a Lacanian Misread early Freud through a crooked lens And for a year turned every seminar to war To make him see his vision’s fatal flaw. I poured over cabinets of case histories, Tried living here and there and met an amah, Teaching her Auden and Empson. Her tears mingled With my own at our last hurried meeting In a crowded tea room, teaching her Klein. I sat through many a summer watching the children play, Feeling a hermit’s contentment in his cave, Contemplating Plato and envisioning that cave Of his where shadows move against the wall; And turn to see or fail to see The need to turn at all.
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