The Wonderful Poem

[poliphilo]

I had a dream a few nights back that I was with a poet- who was sort of W.H. Auden but only vaguely so- and he'd just written a really good poem he had doubts about. I thought the poem was wonderful and was telling him so, but conceding that if he really insisted he could swap a few words around and it would be entirely the poem he intended- when I suddenly realized I was in a dream and he was only a dream character and so poem was actually mine and I could claim it - which made me happy- whereupon I made every effort to memorize it...

...And then I woke up. And I couldn't remember a single word of the wonderful poem- or even what it was about.