Tuesday, 9 May 2017

Dreams

Mysterious shapes, with wands of joy and pain,
Which seize us unaware in helpless sleep,
And lead us to the houses where we keep
Our secrets hid, well barred by every chain
That we can forge and bind: the crime whose stain
Is slowly fading ’neath the tears we weep;
Dead bliss which, dead, can make our pulses leap—
Oh, cruelty! To make these live again!
They say that death is sleep, and heaven’s rest
Ends earth’s short day, as, on the last faint gleam
Of sun, our nights shut down, and we are blest.
Let this, then, be of heaven’s joy the test,
The proof if heaven be, or only seem,
That we forever choose what we will dream!

Helen Hunt Jackson 
(1830-1885)

8 comments:

  1. Had never read this poem, Han...very thought provoking. Thanks for sharing.

    Hugs and blessings...Cat

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    1. They say that death is sleep, and heaven’s rest
      Ends earth’s short day, as, on the last faint gleam
      Of sun, our nights shut down, and we are blest.
      Isn't it beautiful, Cat?

      Han

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  2. I am not familiar with this poet or her work...lots to absorb...hugs abby

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    1. Yes, but there is a wonderful rhythm in the poem that helps you to absorb it, I think.

      Han

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  3. Yes.
    And the end, everything we have are our Dreams.. choose to dream.
    Beautiful.

    Mona Lisa

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    1. Yes, I'm glad you like it. Dreamers.

      Han

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    1. Yes, I like it very much as well. Thank you for your comment.

      Han

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