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Here is one of my favorite poems. Please read, as it has, for some reason or another, stuck with me since the many years I’ve read it.


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 the bluegreen leaves

with its watery sun & three moons

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

Why it often rains in the movies

Because so much consequential thinking

happens in the rain. A steady mist

to recall departures, a bitter downpour

for betrayal.  As if the first thing

a man wants to do when he learns his wife

is sleeping with his best friend, and has been

for years, the very first thing

is not to make a drink, and drink it,

and make another, but to walk outside

into bad weather.  It’s true

that the way we look doesn’t always

reveal our feelings.  Which is a problem 

for the movies.  And why somebody has to smash

a mirror, for example, to show he’s angry

and full of self-hate, whereas actual people

rarely does this.  And rarely sit on benches

in the pouring rain to weep.  Is he wondering

why he didn’t see it long ago?  is he wondering

if in fact he did, and lied to himself?

And perhaps she also saw the many ways

he’d allow himself to be deceived.  In this city

it will rain all night.  So the three of them 

return to their houses, and the wife

and her lover go upstairs to bed.

-Lawrence Raab