“We are near awakening when we dream that we dream” ~ Novalis (1772-1801)
The romantic poet, Novalis, adored a blue flower.
Searching for it in his novel, he found it in a dream
of a dream, compelling and beautiful.
Another man takes pictures; for him blue is the outline
of clouds giving form to the sky’s emptiness; and a shirt
that brings out the blue of his eyes; and also his
blue coffee mug that gives weight to waking, anchors
his morning to blue hills and blue roads. A blue flower
allures, but make no mistake; it is not every man’s
Soror Mystica. Novalis’ blue petals: still pressed
between pages of his book; while the photographer’s
white flowers are at large. A day like a dream
remembered but never reentered—the film
in his camera hastily put in backwards—when he went
to develop the miracle of what he saw with his eyes
there was nothing. And never forgotten:
black woman with a thousand silver-studded braids
and an armful of white lilies in Forsythe Chapel,
where the light, not the lilies but the white of them
in her arms, radiant as a shaft
through the stained glass that day made them,
and the Bride he worshipped all of his life
kept her back toward him, spilling her fountain of lilies,
never to turn around.
Patrice Pinette is from Wilton, New Hampshire and has taught creative writing to high school students, as well as classes in speech eurythmy, which translates poetry into dance. She has led poetry workshops for adults in the Antioch New England Waldorf Teaching Training Program. Her poetry has been published in Concrete Wolf, Flash!Point and elsewhere. Patrice has three chapbooks: Architects of Madness, Down from Temple Mountain, and Awake and Dreaming. She is working toward her MFA in Writing from Vermont College of Fine Arts.