{"id":285,"date":"2017-02-27T08:38:56","date_gmt":"2017-02-27T13:38:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/scottbevill.net\/HVA\/?p=285"},"modified":"2017-02-27T08:38:56","modified_gmt":"2017-02-27T13:38:56","slug":"poem-25-for-a-student-sleeping-in-a-poetry-workshop-by-david-wagoner","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/scottbevill.net\/HVA\/archives\/285","title":{"rendered":"Poem 25: For A Student Sleeping in a Poetry Workshop by David Wagoner"},"content":{"rendered":"<div>I&#8217;ve watched his eyelids sag, spring open<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Vaguely and gradually go sliding<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Shut again, fly up<\/div>\n<div>With a kind of drunken surprise, then wobble<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Peacefully together to send him<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Home from one school early. Soon his lashes<\/div>\n<div>Flutter in REM sleep. I suppose he&#8217;s dreaming<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0What all of us kings and poets and peasants<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Have dreamed: of not making the grade,<\/div>\n<div>Of draining the inexhaustible horn cup<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Of the cerebral cortex where ganglions<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Are ganging up on us with more connections<\/div>\n<div>Than atoms in heaven, but coming up once more<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Empty. I see a clear stillness<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Settle over his face, a calming of the surface<\/div>\n<div>Of water when the wind dies. Somewhere<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Down there, he&#8217;s taking another course<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Whose resonance (let&#8217;s hope) resembles<\/div>\n<div>The muttered thunder, the gutter bowling, the lightning<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Of minor minions of Thor, the groans and gurgling<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Of feral lovers and preliterate Mowglis, the songs<\/div>\n<div>Of shamans whistled through bird bones. A worried neighbor<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Gives him the elbow, and he shudders<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Awake, recollects himself, brings back<\/div>\n<div>His hands from aboriginal outposts,<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Takes in new light, reorganizes his shoes,<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Stands up in them at the buzzer, barely recalls<\/div>\n<div>His books and notebooks, meets my eyes<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And wonders what to say and whether to say it,<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Then keeps it to himself as today&#8217;s lesson.<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;ve watched his eyelids sag, spring open \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Vaguely and gradually go sliding \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Shut again, fly up With a kind of drunken surprise, then wobble \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Peacefully together to send him \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Home from one school early. Soon his lashes Flutter in REM sleep. I suppose he&#8217;s dreaming \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0What all of us kings and poets and peasants \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Have [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-285","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-daily-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/scottbevill.net\/HVA\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/285","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/scottbevill.net\/HVA\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/scottbevill.net\/HVA\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/scottbevill.net\/HVA\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/scottbevill.net\/HVA\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=285"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/scottbevill.net\/HVA\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/285\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":286,"href":"http:\/\/scottbevill.net\/HVA\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/285\/revisions\/286"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/scottbevill.net\/HVA\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=285"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/scottbevill.net\/HVA\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=285"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/scottbevill.net\/HVA\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=285"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}