poetry is art

this morning before i woke up... had a very peaceful dream. I had met this sweet girl, who was an artist. and she had made a very beautiful installation. and i was almost hypnotised by her creation, this piece of art. it was an interactive light/video installation showing sunset colours but it was kinda three dimensional and you could squint your eyes and see little lights shining expand over the colours. i think the dream might have been spurred by an experience i had yesterday evening, reading a very powerful poem. and because i was totally not prepared for it, it took me by surprise and went through to my core. i randomly opened my new coursebook and i had to stop myself from crying from the first stanza, amidst a bunch of teenagers also waiting for the train next to me. hadnt had that feeling of art overcoming me in a while, and it was simply life awakening.

the poem was refugee blues by w h ayden