Dear Tomasito: We talk about dreams. Yours always amaze me, Though you've moved out Beyond the castles. As for me I seem to spend many nights Walking a perimeter of rotten ice Around a bad break Where someone less lucky Just had a last fall. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CORN SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE MOTHER WATCH by EDGAR ALBERT GUEST BETTY TO HERSELF by EDWARD W. BANNARD THE UNIVERSAL MOTHER by SABINE BARING-GOULD THE CANTERBURY TALES: THE SHIPMAN'S TALE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |