by  a poem that Howard  includes  in his journal, a  poem
that reveals  the  secret  of dreams and  of dreaming true:

Holding one word
Between two breaths
Like a long note
He descends into sleep
Making entries
Where roots cannot reach
There
He mines his body for diamonds
Hard to find.

     Like  the process  generally  of  writing  poetry  from
dreams,  this   poem  provides  a  bridge  into  conscious
awareness  of   the  knowledge  contained  in   the dream
image giving rise to the  poem itself. Perhaps, then,  it is
Howard  the  poet  who,  recognizing  the  poetry  in   his
dreams, invites us and  our aesthetic sense of truth to sit
at table with  him  and share  dreams. And  perhaps, if we
too can recognize the  poetry  in our dreams, we will get
their message. (Henry Reed)

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