Of the Nightmare Where Time Naked Is

Yes, it was once again a nightmare –

not some horse galloping across the moon

but an Old English mare,  a demon,

this one a German nachtmahr that pursues

and in morning light hides in poems.

 

dream

The title of this poem alludes to a line in W.H. Auden’s “As I Walked Out One Evening.”

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