A dream lies dead here. May you softly go
Before this place, and turn away your eyes,
Nor seek to know the look of that which dies
Importuning Life for life. Walk not in woe,
But, for a little, let your step be slow.
And, of your mercy, be not sweetly wise
With words of hope and Spring and tenderer skies.
A dream lies dead; and this all mourners know:
Whenever one drifted petal leaves the tree-
Though white of bloom as it had been before
And proudly waitful of fecundity-
One little loveliness can be no more;
And so must Beauty bow her imperfect head
Because a dream has joined the wistful dead!
May 26, 2017 at 3:40 pm
Got this is something, may I ask how long does it take to create such a wonderful post
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May 26, 2017 at 5:18 pm
Thanks a ton for such motivating words. I don’t write these for the blogs per se. I have an old diary where I have been writing poems since I was a teenager. I just pick some poems at random, refine it and post it
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June 17, 2017 at 3:35 am
I wrote this after we reviewed Langston Hughes, “Dream Deferred” in American Literature. It was around the same time you posted. I love to read your pain, but I hate to leave it hanging there in so much vein.
I am finally FREE.
I can have a DREAM.
I can dream for you.
I can dream for me.
I can dream for anyone.
Because dreaming is free.
I can dream of LOVE.
Because love is what we need.
My dream will not defer.
It will not fester like a sore.
It will not dry up.
I will never let It.
Love is not a raisin in the SUN.
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June 17, 2017 at 8:41 am
Another masterpiece, dream deferred.
I have no idea how you come up with such amazing flow of words so easily. Truly amazing
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