A Dream Within a Dream

Hi folks,

A while ago, someone very special to me introduced me to the works of the impeccable genius, Edgar Allan Poe. He is truly hypnotic and I find that whenever I read his poetry, I am able to conjure up a detailed mental picture according to the feelings that the poems evoke within me. It is rare for that to happen... so, I would like to share with you one of my favourite Poe poems, 'A Dream Within a Dream':

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream? 

 

Or a nightmare within a nightmare...