by Dana Gioia
Last night I dreamed the end had come.
Silent, impotent, invisible as air,
I stood by in a hundred places:
a stranger’s house, a city street, an office and a garden–
and like a sleeper shaken from a dream
I witnessed what I could not understand.
A woman washing dishes at a sink
looked out her window calmly as she heard
something unexpected in the air.
Men on the sidewalk, drivers in the street
observed the weather in a cloudless sky
and kept going.
In an office clerks and secretaries glanced up
at the clock without remembering the time.
I saw the same cold profile everywhere at once–
a pale face looking up against the light,
then bending down again indifferently,
only this dull reflex of acceptance,
then nothing else, nothing ever again.
Interrogations at Noon
The Gods of Winter
50 Collected Songs (high and low voice)
Composer(s): Ned RoremBuy via Sheet Music Plus