Tuesday, April 14, 2015

The Eye Perceives

We shape our dreams
already half asleep
this play of colors
fabrication, whirlwind
of vertiginous
rising, descending
a black background
changing form and color
different lights, visual dust.

Wonder at this gray
here and there
brilliant reality
slow and gradual, deep
ceaselessly in so little space
sometimes on fire
emanating from the heart

How does this happen?
Our dream spreads its waves
and moving forms with
sensation of different levels
flying or floating in space
wind playing its chromatic scale
against the tongs in the ears
sensations of buzzing, floating
feet not touching the luminous.

Notice this also
when we free ourselves
we are astonished.

From Dreams by Henri Bergson, translated, with an introduction, by Edwin E. Slosson, New York, B.W. Huebsch, 1914. Print.

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