Within a Dream, It Cannot Die

December, 2018

I want you to know one thing.
I love you as one loves certain obscure things,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I laugh, I fight; and you, l’homme qui rît
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,
so close that your eyes close with my dreams.

They’d judge Us
So We must meet apart
To look once more into each other’s face.

My soul stands at the window of my room
And I ten thousand miles away.
It is most mad and moonly
And I hold within my hand
A dream, which was not all a dream
And more it cannot die

In life after life, in age after age, forever
I carry your heart with me
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, 
numberless times

Since then — ’tis Centuries — and yet,
Yet if hope has flown away,
Now, in my bed
Is but a dream within a dream.


Pablo Neruda: Sonnet XVII, If You Forget Me.
Karl Shapiro: The Intellectual, Nostalgia
Emily Dickinson: I cannot live with You, Because I could not stop for Death (479)
Edgar Allan Poe: A Dream Within a Dream, For Annie
E. E. Cummings: love is more thicker than forget, I carry your heart with me
Lord Byron: Darkness
Rabindranath Tagore: Unending Love
Carol Ann Duffy: Valentine


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