Don't tread on my dreams

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  • Xanthippe
    Xanthippe

    Favourite poem anyone?

    Here's some of mine

    HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
    Enwrought with golden and silver light,
    The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
    Of night and light and the half-light,
    I would spread the cloths under your feet:
    But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
    I have spread my dreams under your feet,
    Tread softly because you tread on my dreams

    W.B. Yeats

  • Xanthippe
    Xanthippe

    Ozymandias

    By Percy Bysshe Shelley

    I met a traveler from an antique land
    Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
    Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
    Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
    And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
    Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
    Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
    The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
    And on the pedestal these words appear:
    "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
    Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
    Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
    Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
    The lone and level sands stretch far away.

  • Xanthippe
    Xanthippe

    Kubla Khan

    Or a Vision in a Dream. A Fragment

    By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

    In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
    A stately pleasure dome decree:
    Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
    Through caverns measureless to man
    Down to a sunless sea.
    So twice five miles of fertile ground
    With walls and towers were girdled round:
    And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
    Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
    And here were forests ancient as the hills,
    Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

    But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
    Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
    A savage place! as holy and enchanted
    As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
    By woman wailing for her demon lover!
    And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
    As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
    A mighty fountain momently was forced:
    Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
    Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
    Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail:
    And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
    It flung up momently the sacred river.
    Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
    Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
    Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
    And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:
    And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
    Ancestral voices prophesying war!

    The shadow of the dome of pleasure
    Floated midway on the waves;
    Where was heard the mingled measure
    From the fountain and the caves.
    It was a miracle of rare device,
    A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
    A damsel with a dulcimer
    In a vision once I saw;
    It was an Abyssinian maid,
    And on her dulcimer she played,
    Singing of Mount Abora.
    Could I revive within me
    Her symphony and song,
    To such a deep delight 'twould win me,
    That with music loud and long,
    I would build that dome in air,
    That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
    And all who heard should see them there,
    And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
    His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
    Weave a circle round him thrice,
    And close your eyes with holy dread,
    For he on honey-dew hath fed,
    And drunk the milk of Paradise.

  • Xanthippe
    Xanthippe

    I'm nobody! Who are you?

    By Emily Dickinson

    I'm nobody! Who are you?

    Are you nobody, too?
    Then there's a pair of us - don't tell!
    They'd banish us, you know.

    How dreary to be somebody!
    How public, like a frog
    To tell your name the livelong day
    To an admiring bog!

  • Xanthippe
    Xanthippe

    Sonnet 18

    Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
    Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
    Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
    And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
    Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
    And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
    And every fair from fair sometime declines,
    By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
    But thy eternal summer shall not fade
    Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
    Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
    When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
    So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
    So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

    William Shakespeare

  • Xanthippe
    Xanthippe

    The Road Not Taken

    Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
    And sorry I could not travel both
    And be one traveler, long I stood
    And looked down one as far as I could
    To where it bent in the undergrowth;

    Then took the other, as just as fair,
    And having perhaps the better claim
    Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
    Though as for that the passing there
    Had worn them really about the same,

    And both that morning equally lay
    In leaves no step had trodden black.
    Oh, I marked the first for another day!
    Yet knowing how way leads on to way
    I doubted if I should ever come back.

    I shall be telling this with a sigh
    Somewhere ages and ages hence:
    Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
    I took the one less traveled by,
    And that has made all the difference.

    Robert Frost

  • jemba
    jemba

    I had to read the road not taken by robert frost for one of my trainings at a call centre. I got up and read it like an upbeat public talk and got a standing ovation. Yes I actually got one or two positive things from being a dub all my life.

  • NewChapter
    NewChapter

    The Lady of Shallot by Tennyson has been a favorite of mine from a young age. It puts me in my own special world, and sort of takes me away. It's very long, but a few years ago, Loreena McKinnet set it to some lovely music. So I will post the music with lyrics instead of the poem.

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=80-kp6RDl94

  • NewChapter
    NewChapter

    I like poems and songs that tell stories. This is another favorite of mine. I used to know it by heart, because it is vivid for me, and puts me in that world

    The Bearer Of Evil Tidings ~Robert Frost The bearer of evil tidings, When he was halfway there, Remembered that evil tidings Were a dangerous thing to bear. So when he came to the parting Where one road led to the throne And one went off to the mountains And into the wild unkown, He took the one to the mountains. He ran through the Vale of Cashmere, He ran through the rhododendrons Till he came to land of Pamir. And there in a precipice valley A girl of his age he met Took him home to her bower, Or he might be running yet. She taught him her tribe's religion: How ages and ages since A princess en route to China To marry a Persian prince Had been found with child; and her army Had come to a troubled halt. And though a god was the father And nobody else at fault, It had seemed discreet to remain there And neither go on nor back. So they stayed and declared a village There in the land of the Yak. And the child that came of the princess Established a royal line, And his mandates were given heed to Because he was born divine. And that was why there were people On one Himalayan shelf; And the bearer of evil tidings Decided to stay there himself. At least he had this in common With the race he chose to adopt: They had both of them had their reasons For stopping where they had stopped. As for evil tidings, Belshazzar's overthrow, Why hurry to tell Belshazzar What soon enough he would know?
  • Hortensia
    Hortensia

    New Chapter - I've never read that one before. Thanks for sharing. Especially liked the last 4 lines.

    Here's one I always liked:

    anyone lived in a pretty how town

    E. E. Cummings
    anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells down) spring summer autumn winter he sang his didn't he danced his did Women and men(both little and small) cared for anyone not at all they sowed their isn't they reaped their same sun moon stars rain children guessed(but only a few and down they forgot as up they grew autumn winter spring summer) that noone loved him more by more when by now and tree by leaf she laughed his joy she cried his grief bird by snow and stir by still anyone's any was all to her someones married their everyones laughed their cryings and did their dance (sleep wake hope and then)they said their nevers they slept their dream stars rain sun moon (and only the snow can begin to explain how children are apt to forget to remember with up so floating many bells down) one day anyone died i guess (and noone stooped to kiss his face) busy folk buried them side by side little by little and was by was all by all and deep by deep and more by more they dream their sleep noone and anyone earth by april wish by spirit and if by yes. Women and men(both dong and ding) summer autumn winter spring reaped their sowing and went their came sun moon stars rain

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