Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
One of my New Year's resolutions (or wishes) is to escape to Salema, Portugal for a few months. It just looks heavenly and peaceful. Idealy I'd like to make it out there in April or May and stay of for about six months. Nothing but me, a backpack and a typewriter. No books, no email, no phone. Just good old fashioned letters and postcards back to my loved ones. Then, after six months, I'd like to travel north to Porto and walk to Santiago de Compostela to complete the pilgrimage I have been wanting to make for years.
Sleepless Dreams
by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Girt in dark growths, yet glimmering with one star,
O night desirous as the nights of youth!
Why should my heart within thy spell, forsooth,
Now beat, as the bride’s finger-pulses are
Quickened within the girdling golden bar?
What wings are these that fan my pillow smooth?
And why does Sleep, waved back by Joy and Ruth,
Tread softly round and gaze at me from far?
Nay, night deep-leaved! And would Love feign in thee
Some shadowy palpitating grove that bears
Rest for man’s eyes and music for his ears?
O lonely night! art thou not known to me,
A thicket hung with masks of mockery
And watered with the wasteful warmth of tears?
Girt in dark growths, yet glimmering with one star,
O night desirous as the nights of youth!
Why should my heart within thy spell, forsooth,
Now beat, as the bride’s finger-pulses are
Quickened within the girdling golden bar?
What wings are these that fan my pillow smooth?
And why does Sleep, waved back by Joy and Ruth,
Tread softly round and gaze at me from far?
Nay, night deep-leaved! And would Love feign in thee
Some shadowy palpitating grove that bears
Rest for man’s eyes and music for his ears?
O lonely night! art thou not known to me,
A thicket hung with masks of mockery
And watered with the wasteful warmth of tears?
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