The End

A Dream Lies Dead

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!

Dorothy Parker

4 Comments

  1. Cas
    May 23, 2010

    Hi Lindsey,

    I really like Dorothy Parker — she didn’t take guff from anyone, that’s for sure. I also hope that all is well with you and the death of a dream theme isn’t representative of something going on with you. Even though I think we can all relate to dreams going down the tubes at times.

    Hugs from Arizona!

    Cas

  2. May 26, 2010

    yeah, that dorothy parker was straight up gangster back in tha’ day. awesome poem.
    .-= leah´s last blog ..Monogamy is beyond broken =-.

  3. May 29, 2010

    Okay. What the hell? What’s going on, woman? Is this your swan song blog post? Is that what you’re trying to say? I hope you’re okay and don’t disappear.
    .-= XUP´s last blog ..The Beat Goes On… =-.

  4. Sherahahahahaha
    May 31, 2010

    “Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.” – James Baldwin

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