Dreams

                                  I
To dream of love, and, waking, to remember you:
As though, being dead, one dreamed of heaven, and woke
      in hell.
At night my lovely dreams forget the old farewell:
Ah! wake not by his side, lest you remember too!

 

                                  II
I set all Rome between us: with what joy I set
The wonder of the world against my world’s delight!
Rome, that hast conquered worlds, with intellectual might
Capture my heart, and teach my memory to forget!

—Arthur Symons

 

 

walt whitman poem

 

photo by Sonia Joie

 

 

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