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It is impossible to decide on a favorite poem. One would have to look through over 30 years of being imbued with various influences and moments and differing needs and tastes. But if i had to pick- and obviously I dont HAVE to pick, I just want to- it would be the poem below by a certain Margaret Atwood, who is a literary genius.
Variations on the Word Sleep.
By Margaret Atwood.
I would like to watch you sleeping,
which may not happen
I would like to watch you
sleeping. I would like to sleep
with you, to enter
your sleep as its smooth dark wave
slides over my head
and walk with you through that lucent
wavering forest of bluegreen leaves
with its watery sun & three moons
towards the cave where you must descend,
towards your worst fear
I would like to give you the silver
branch the small white flower, the one
word that will protect you
from the grief at the center
of your dream, from the grief
at the center. I would like to follow
you up the long stairway
again & become
the boat that would row you back
carefully, a flame
in two cupped hands
to where your body lies
beside me, and you enter
it as easily as breathing in
I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
& that necessary.