For the give and take between reality and dreams. In this poem, she is a mime, and it is an imagined glass. #amazonlink to The Best of It: New and Selected Poems by Kay Ryan (p.54) https://amzn.to/3dmuDzn. 

from "How Successful Can She Afford to Be?" / by Kay Ryan 

Would she be glad
if it left a ring,
if she could 
add to the manifest,
passing a thing
out of the dream?

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DPF / Dickey

For Berryman, from The Best American Poetry 1997, editor James Tate, series editor David Lehman.

from The Death of John Berryman / by William Dickey

He loosened his necktie and the recurrent dream
of walking out under water to the destined island.
His mother went over in pearls; his father went over.
His real father went over, whoever his father was.

DPF / Steele

For my west-coast English-comp professor, one who teaches us, in many ways, to remember to love form, and an Angelino with warm memories of Vermont’s frozen embankments.  

from Joseph / by Timothy Steele

Vague winds cross, streamingly, its face,
Remote and icy and antique,
And to its light I whisper, Speak.

DPF / Logan

Mothers and sons. And, ongoing mentor, friend, teaching us, one by one, to dive into the wreck and to grasp something worth bringing to light.

from The Farm / by William Logan

The kerosene lamp had gone out.
There was a ragged Bible in this dream,
open to Isaiah.