We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage / And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, / We Poets of the proud old lineage / Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why ... (James Elroy Flecker)

25.9.22

The Dream Is Always

The dream is always of you,

my obsession, fixation: sad

love, lost love, past love, true…

Are dreams a defence against going mad?


Well, to live sometimes there

in that far, irrecoverable past,

is better, perhaps, than nowhere

to seek you, being always lost.


To seek you, being always lost, 

is better, perhaps, than nowhere

in that far, irrecoverable past –

but well to live, sometimes, there.


Are dreams a defence against going mad?

Love, lost love, past love, true …

my obsession, fixation – the sad

dream is always of you. 

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