Gedicht
Suniti Namjoshi
The Sleeping Fool
The Sleeping Fool
The Sleeping Fool
The dreamer absconds with his dream,
props his stone bride beside a stream,
where he washes, bathes, and gathers daisies.
These she refuses. He cannot please.
He runs, scampers, leaps and weeps,
He recites his verses; she keeps
her pure silence, her chaste repose. “What
do you want ?” he screams. “That
which you will not grant: to be, not seem
to be, to be the dreamer, not the dream.”
props his stone bride beside a stream,
where he washes, bathes, and gathers daisies.
These she refuses. He cannot please.
He runs, scampers, leaps and weeps,
He recites his verses; she keeps
her pure silence, her chaste repose. “What
do you want ?” he screams. “That
which you will not grant: to be, not seem
to be, to be the dreamer, not the dream.”
© 1982, Suniti Namjoshi
From: The Authentic Lie
Publisher: Fiddlehead, Frederection
From: The Authentic Lie
Publisher: Fiddlehead, Frederection
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The Sleeping Fool
The dreamer absconds with his dream,
props his stone bride beside a stream,
where he washes, bathes, and gathers daisies.
These she refuses. He cannot please.
He runs, scampers, leaps and weeps,
He recites his verses; she keeps
her pure silence, her chaste repose. “What
do you want ?” he screams. “That
which you will not grant: to be, not seem
to be, to be the dreamer, not the dream.”
props his stone bride beside a stream,
where he washes, bathes, and gathers daisies.
These she refuses. He cannot please.
He runs, scampers, leaps and weeps,
He recites his verses; she keeps
her pure silence, her chaste repose. “What
do you want ?” he screams. “That
which you will not grant: to be, not seem
to be, to be the dreamer, not the dream.”
From: The Authentic Lie
The Sleeping Fool
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