A Recurring Dream Poem by Peter Russell
A Recurring Dream
A stag keeps walking in my dreams
He is not what he seems
He carries his great antlers like a tree
That sprouts from his nobility
Far from the shout of field and farm
He knows no harm
He sees me just before I wake
And suddenly a snake
Creeps from the earth beneath his feet
Bearing an ear of wheat
I ask myself what emblem this can be
Of triumph or calamity.
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