WEBVTT 00:00:00.000 --> 00:00:02.910 align:middle line:90% 00:00:02.910 --> 00:00:06.150 align:middle line:84% This is a poem called The Biplane, which is one of those, 00:00:06.150 --> 00:00:09.420 align:middle line:84% I guess, World War I planes that look 00:00:09.420 --> 00:00:11.040 align:middle line:84% like they're made out of papier mache 00:00:11.040 --> 00:00:15.060 align:middle line:84% and don't look like they could fly. 00:00:15.060 --> 00:00:17.380 align:middle line:84% The poem was written under odd circumstances. 00:00:17.380 --> 00:00:20.190 align:middle line:84% My father told me about a recurrent dream he'd 00:00:20.190 --> 00:00:23.958 align:middle line:90% had many times over the years. 00:00:23.958 --> 00:00:26.250 align:middle line:84% My father and I, by the way, grew up in the same house. 00:00:26.250 --> 00:00:27.750 align:middle line:84% It was an old house that his father 00:00:27.750 --> 00:00:30.360 align:middle line:90% had built in Massachusetts. 00:00:30.360 --> 00:00:33.990 align:middle line:84% And in the dream a biplane landed 00:00:33.990 --> 00:00:36.270 align:middle line:84% in the neighbor's garden-- the neighbor's field. 00:00:36.270 --> 00:00:38.988 align:middle line:84% And he wondered whether the dream 00:00:38.988 --> 00:00:41.280 align:middle line:84% had been a real experience, when he had been very young 00:00:41.280 --> 00:00:43.450 align:middle line:84% and didn't really remember it correctly. 00:00:43.450 --> 00:00:45.832 align:middle line:84% So he called a kid who had grown up 00:00:45.832 --> 00:00:47.040 align:middle line:90% in the neighborhood with him. 00:00:47.040 --> 00:00:48.380 align:middle line:90% This was just a year ago or so. 00:00:48.380 --> 00:00:51.150 align:middle line:84% And the guy said, "Well, the Radski's garden plot 00:00:51.150 --> 00:00:53.400 align:middle line:90% was just 20 square feet or so. 00:00:53.400 --> 00:00:56.702 align:middle line:84% No plane could have landed in there." 00:00:56.702 --> 00:00:59.160 align:middle line:84% So my father, like everybody else who doesn't write poetry, 00:00:59.160 --> 00:01:01.260 align:middle line:84% told me I should write a poem about it. 00:01:01.260 --> 00:01:04.050 align:middle line:90% 00:01:04.050 --> 00:01:07.950 align:middle line:84% In the poem, I am having the same dream my father has. 00:01:07.950 --> 00:01:10.980 align:middle line:90% The Biplane. 00:01:10.980 --> 00:01:13.680 align:middle line:84% "Sometimes the night is not enough. 00:01:13.680 --> 00:01:16.140 align:middle line:84% I rise remembering, and the dream 00:01:16.140 --> 00:01:19.410 align:middle line:84% is no longer a quaint story in another's life, 00:01:19.410 --> 00:01:22.560 align:middle line:90% but my own, grown more real. 00:01:22.560 --> 00:01:26.610 align:middle line:84% Last night, a biplane landed in my neighbor's field. 00:01:26.610 --> 00:01:30.330 align:middle line:84% I watched, from my window seat, the canvas wings 00:01:30.330 --> 00:01:35.310 align:middle line:84% graze the rows of corn and come to rest. 00:01:35.310 --> 00:01:39.810 align:middle line:84% Afternoons seem always time between the crests of dream. 00:01:39.810 --> 00:01:42.040 align:middle line:84% There is an oak outside my window. 00:01:42.040 --> 00:01:46.290 align:middle line:84% So stunted, its limbs elbowing this way and that. 00:01:46.290 --> 00:01:51.570 align:middle line:84% It seems it had made a decision not to grow beyond its needs. 00:01:51.570 --> 00:01:53.610 align:middle line:90% In spring, the leaves appear. 00:01:53.610 --> 00:01:56.370 align:middle line:90% In fall, they yellow and curl. 00:01:56.370 --> 00:01:59.130 align:middle line:84% And I know the constant change in direction 00:01:59.130 --> 00:02:03.360 align:middle line:84% is a ruse to make it seem more humble. 00:02:03.360 --> 00:02:07.230 align:middle line:84% Again last night, the biplane landed in my neighbor's field. 00:02:07.230 --> 00:02:08.729 align:middle line:90% It caught fire. 00:02:08.729 --> 00:02:10.979 align:middle line:84% But when the wind finally blew it out, 00:02:10.979 --> 00:02:14.370 align:middle line:84% I felt like the child who snuffs the match in a closet 00:02:14.370 --> 00:02:18.540 align:middle line:84% and finds himself alone and bodiless. 00:02:18.540 --> 00:02:22.200 align:middle line:84% Just think, I forgot the dream today. 00:02:22.200 --> 00:02:26.850 align:middle line:84% I woke and drank my coffee, washed, put on my clothes. 00:02:26.850 --> 00:02:30.120 align:middle line:84% On the way to work, I stopped and turned back, 00:02:30.120 --> 00:02:33.480 align:middle line:84% but couldn't think what it was I had forgotten. 00:02:33.480 --> 00:02:36.240 align:middle line:84% It was like biplane from World War I-- 00:02:36.240 --> 00:02:38.250 align:middle line:90% my father's war. 00:02:38.250 --> 00:02:41.880 align:middle line:84% Beyond the window, the tree was waving its arms. 00:02:41.880 --> 00:02:46.350 align:middle line:84% A pilot from long ago, wearing my father's cap and goggles, 00:02:46.350 --> 00:02:48.510 align:middle line:90% was waving his arms. 00:02:48.510 --> 00:02:51.930 align:middle line:84% Now I remember, it was my father's dream. 00:02:51.930 --> 00:02:57.600 align:middle line:84% Told to me as a child, put on like a coat that one day fits. 00:02:57.600 --> 00:03:01.410 align:middle line:84% I rise from my window seat, remember the child 00:03:01.410 --> 00:03:03.570 align:middle line:90% who wanted never to grow up. 00:03:03.570 --> 00:03:05.940 align:middle line:84% The child has gone and found his way." 00:03:05.940 --> 00:03:08.940 align:middle line:90% 00:03:08.940 --> 00:03:10.790 align:middle line:90% [APPLAUSE] 00:03:10.790 --> 00:03:17.000 align:middle line:90%