DREAMING COROT

In my landscape dreaming Corot
from the forest by the pond
packed with the quiet earth
of a rustled Fontainebleau
with fawns on all sides
my memory never quite
asleep yet communicates
with the evacuated dawn
in the coolness of day
from a Paris pipe dream
of Helen's shadow
when a lover's landscapes
was blanketed with snow
covering mythic shapes
amid a shipwreck of wood.