“Dreaming of Pomegranates” (1912)_by Felice Casorati, Italy
She sleeps on the grass
with a pomegranate in her hand
Drifting into the world of altered consciousness
she dreams of other fruit,
apples, apricots, peaches, oranges and tangerines
cherries, berries, plums, grapes and melons
that give the world the names of colours,
like the bed of wild flowers upon which she lies.
Her mind and body at peace,
nearly all her voluntary activities ceased.
A tranquil expression spreads upon her face,
she travels into another world
where the rules and dimensions are different.
Her eyelids flutter,
her lips curl into a smile,
she takes her lover’s hand
as they fly towards the green hills,
racing with feathered clouds
and the birds in the sky.
Her reality becomes the dream,
unaware which realm she belongs to.
When she awakes to birdsong,
her eyes drift to the bunches of purple grapes
hanging down from the vine above her.
The only remainder from the dream,
the pomegranate her lost lover gave to her,
from the orchards on the terraced hills.
presses the pomegranate to her heart,
closes her eyes,
and slips back into the dream.