A Dream of an Afternoon with a Woman

I Did Not Know

--Robert Bly

I woke up, and went out. Not yet dawn.

A rooster claimed he was the sickle moon.

The windmill was a ladder that ended at a gray cloud.

A feed grinder was growling at a nearby farm.

Frost has made clouds of the weeds overnight.

In my dream we stopped for coffee. We sat alone

Near a fire place, near delicate cups.

I loved the afternoon, and the rest of my life.