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?

by Edgar Allan Poe
Sending beautiful dreams your way ! The Castle Lady 


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14 Responses to A Dream Within a Dream

  1. Leona says:

    Edgar Allan Poe is one of my favorite poets and I haven\’t read him in a long time. I struggled through reading this, lets me know I need to refresh myself on reading some of the old masters. Bumbling through this reminds me of that fact. Thank you for the reminder. lol


  2. Evelyn says:

    This is an absolute favorite of mine- it\’s been set to music you know ! – and Poe just had this mastery of English in prose or poetry which is enviable. When I read Poe it sends me deep. Sometimes it\’s hard to tell where I go and when I come back it\’s hard to tell where I went.
                                                                   ;  )     The Castle Lady


  3. mammo says:

    Mreci dêtre passée chez moi toujours le bonheur de passer ici à bientôt merci CRIS


  4. Danyel says:

    Edgar Poe ! Encore une auteur commun ! Je relis ses conted de temps en temps, des chefs d\’oeuvres ! Amitié et bonne fin de weekend. Bises. D.


  5. MAGIC JP says:

    Hello !
    N\’as-tu jamais rencontré Robin des Bulles dans un de ces magnifiques chateaux ?
    Bon week-end
    Magic JP***


  6. MAGIC JP says:

    Re Hello !
    I will take the song of pirates for my Magic blog !


  7. elytis says:

    THE ORANGE GIRLShe became so intoxicated by the sun\’s juiceThat she bowed her head and consentedSlowly slowly to become: the little Orange Girl !And so while the seven skies glittered with blueAnd so while the crystals touched a fireAnd so while swallow-tails flashedAngels above were bewildered and girls belowStorks above were bewildered and peacocks belowAnd all gathered together and saw her togetherAnd all together called her: the little Orange Girl !Vineshoots and scorpions reel drunkenly the whole world is drunkBut the sting of dawn will not leave pain aloneThe dwarf heron says it amid the earthwormsThe drip-drop of water says it amid golden momentsAnd the dew says it to the lips of the good North Wind:Get up O small small small Orange Girl !No one knows you as the kiss knows youNor does the laughing god know youWho with his hand open to the flaming glare of the sunExposes you naked before his thirty-two winds
    As for the Greek language dear , specially elytis uses terms and nuances from the archaic , the Byzantine , and the Homeric  tradition and culture with many pagan elements.
    You will not find them in your "little" Greek book which is probably for tourists.
    Πρίν απ\’ τά μάτια μου
    ήσουν φώς
    πρίν απ\’ τόν έρωτα , έρωτας
    κι όταν σέ πήρε τό φιλί


  8. Evelyn says:

    Yes. I remember this poem and kept it because it seemed to be me and no other.
             This is your forte Elytis! You know these things but I wonder who might be your advisor. ;  )
            My Greek book is specifically for tourists. It makes sense that it was the only book available at the time.
                      My brother\’s ideal vacation was seeing some of Greece and I never stop hearing of Santorini!
                                     I\’d rather know what it is like to dance with Sfakians! 
                                                                       Smiles !    Kisses ! 


  9. Unknown says:

    منتدى الغرائب ملاعب الإماراتي رياضة‎ ‎كأس العالم 2010


  10. momo says:

    Edgar Allan Poe it \’s a good writerkiss evelynhave a nice week end


  11. Angélique says:

    it\’s a beautiful poem,so long the best castle Lady:biz Angélik


  12. elytis says:

    First of all dear Sfakians don\’t dance with women , their dances are always symbolic , for the death or the war. They are completely different from all the other Greeks (even from the other Cretans) a very cruel and strange race , not so good for your "touristic" mentality. Some times you know a word there means death.
    I don\’t need advisors dear , and specially for poetry.
    But anyway or an other you are my lovely blonde


  13. elytis says:

    The Sfakians (Sfakianoi, Σφακιανοί), the local inhabitants of the area of Sfakia and the Hora Sfakion town, boast that they are descended from the Dorians who came down to Crete 2,000 years ago. That is why they look different from other Cretans. Here you will find many more tall, fair-haired men and women with light eyes and skin.

    The Sfakians were once great sailors and even greater pirates, but they were always great warriors who played a leading part in all the struggles for freedom in Crete.
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GWbUXGSEd7I&feature=related       (i am one of the dancers)
    Many major Cretan risings against the Venetians and later the Turks began in Sfakia. The conquerors never lived here, not only because it was a tough life in the mountains but mainly because they were afraid of the inhabitants, who were used to living free.
    Today the Sfakians remain genuine, fine specimens of Cretan manhood, always warlike. There are guns, military guns of course in almost every house. They come out at weddings, christenings and every other celebration. Shots are fired to express joy or just for target practice using road signs. As the Sfakians like to say, “If we had had this level of armament in 1940, the Germans would never have taken Crete”.
    The Sfakians, like all Cretans, are friendly and hospitable as long as you do not insult their wives, their pride or their country. This excessive sense of honour is the reason that the vendetta, the custom of revenge and taking the law into one’s own hands, has marked Sfakia more than any other part of Crete, plunging families into mourning and emptying whole villages.


  14. Jorge says:

    I enjoyed visiting your site, as  I see, that in addition to having a friend in common, we also sahre a love of travel, writing, and poetry. Be well,


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