Poem-A-Day: Fanny Howe, Third Word from the East

	August 7, 2012 Today's poem is copyright © 2012 by Fanny Howe. Used with permission of the author. More from this author Other Howe Poems Far and Away [excerpt] Scrape and Bell The Descent Unday Winter Distances You can unsubscribe from our Poem-A-Day emails at at anytime—either completely, or until next April. Academy of American Poets 75 Maiden Lane Suite 901 New York, NY 10038 212-274-0343 academy@poets.org		Third Word from the East by Fanny Howe In my sleep Mohammed spoke and I woke up struggling with equipment a helpless elder with fingers too weak to bend the bits around the neck. The Prophet expressed his relief that his words were of no interest to postmodern theorists. He was (he said) just another poet. Like the Uzbek films of Ali Khamraev his visions were spaced as if by breaks in God's mercy or from it, he didn't tell me which. * One can see the shape but not the face Now it's time to recognize what was never intended * Dreams alone are their own reward. Share Digg StumbleUpon Facebook E-mail to Friend