Poem of the Day

In Dreams

In my dreams my guardian angel takes the form of a woman,
Not always the same one. He knows that I, a fleshly creature,
Need a lover's touch. We don't make love,
But there is closeness between us, and understanding.

I never believed in the presence of angels, but my dreams have
         changed,
And when, recently, I found an underground grotto filled with
         treasure,
And we were moving the sacks together, I asked him
For one more moment of the dream, which gave me peace.

—Czeslaw Milosz, “Guardian Angels,” in Second Space, p. 17.