Monday, January 27, 2014

Found this interesting poem contrasting reality and dream

Winter Sleep
by Edith Matilda Thomas

I know it must be winter (though I sleep)--
I know it must be winter, for I dream 
I dip my bare feet in the running stream, 
And flowers are many, and the grass grows deep. 

I know I must be old (how age deceives!) 
I know I must be old, for, all unseen, 
My heart grows young, as autumn fields grow green 
When late rains patter on the falling sheaves. 

I know I must be tired (and tired souls err)-- 
I know I must be tired, for all my soul 
To deeds of daring beats a glad, faint roll, 
As storms the riven pine to music stir. 

I know I must be dying (Death draws near)-- 
I know I must be dying, for I crave 
Life--life, strong life, and think not of the grave, 
And turf-bound silence, in the frosty year. 

Today's poem is in the public domain.

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