The Dream of You

by BOB GALLO   Jul 5, 2020


I dream of you
in jazz.
I dream of you in the silken voice of angels.
I dream of your in the deepest gorges of blooms,
in the longest beaks of hummingbirds.
I dream of you
in the colours of springs.
I dream of you
in the stems of cotton balls
blooming white in the fluff of my headrests.

I dream of you in diamonds:
in the Mountain and Sea of Lights.(1)
I dream of you
When rainbows bridge to sunshine
I dream of you in the eagle eyes,
in the resupinate roots of my soul
in the deer horns
growing on my image
in the oasis's springs.
I dream of you in the ceiling of Sistine Chapel
In the blue of popery’s aeries
I dream of you in the fire of Zarathustra
I dream of you in wings of flames
that moths swap with their wings
at the gates of departure.
I dream of you in the veins of vines,
in the blood of my intoxication
currant at the blasphemy
of all red roses..

I dream of you
in the blood of heroes
I dream of you in the shed blood of your lipstick

I dream of you in purple dragonflies and yellow daisies
I dream of you
therefor
you are,
I dream of you
there for I am.

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(1)
Mountain and Sea of Lights:: names of the two legendary diamonds came from India. Nader king of Iran brought them, after a bloody war, to Iran. They remained there for generations in Royal gallery. Later on, the bigger one, theMountain...(Kooh Noor), was stolen by the colonialist thieves and ended up on her majesty queen Elizabeth's crown.

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  • 3 years ago

    by D.

    The first stanza is unbelievably Neruda-esque, painting beautiful brushstrokes with soft, warm language. I struggled to get through first part of the second stanza, due to not completely understanding the relevance of the references. I understand the endeavour of using notoriously beautiful, famous legends in comparison with this person you dream of, but I preferred your hand-picked images. Long beak of a hummingbird - gorgeous! Anybody can copy and paste the name of a famous monument, or painting. The footnote, whilst informative, really takes me away. It's almost spoonfeeding the reader. This poem deserves a little better than that. When the poem restarts with 'I dream of you in wings of flames', then we revert back to the imagery which permeated the first stanza. I also honestly believe you should end the poem at 'I dream of you in the shed blood of your lipstick' as the final stanza is a little uninspired with the reference to Cogito, ergo sum. What you have here is a beautiful, beautiful love poem that's a bit bloated with distractions. Your poetry is much better when the language can breathe without the need to tell the reader anything.

    • 3 years ago

      by BOB GALLO

      Thank you so much for this much care and love, which I cherish.
      Cogito is the state of consciousness which I am stretching it here poetically. In better words it is the state of solipsism which philosophically almost ridiculous but in different context, in the state of human spirituality and poetry is very powerful tool. Consciousness in poetry moulds way more than in philosophy.
      But I agree the ending is not for 99% of the reader. (not the intellectual of it but the personal experience makes it that odd), I leave it there now for the sake of this argument but next time anywhere else I post, that part is going to be hidden.

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