Sunday, January 8, 2012

Poetry: Dreams

I have never been one to sit over a book of poetry and just smile at the beauty of the words. I can imagine that, but whenever I would try, I'd often get bored. I've been giving it another go, and this round has turned out better. There really are just so many interesting ways to put words down. I'm not sure I'll ever be wonderful or even very interested in writing poetry, but I think some of it can be very beautiful. This one, for instance, I recently read and very much love.

Longing by Matthew Arnold


Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.


Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times,
A messenger from radiant climes,
And smile on thy new world, and be
As kind to others as to me!


Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth,
Come now, and let me dream it truth,
And part my hair, and kiss my brow,
And say, My love why sufferest thou?


Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.




I mean, I can't help but smile when I read those words. They're beautiful.

Day 4:

-celestial: heavenly
-dogmatic: certain, unchanging in opinion
-jabberwocky: nonsense (this one for tomorrow!)
-mountebank: charlatan
-sacerdotal: priestly

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