I got hurt by the sound of ‘oh’
Then I got hurt by the sound of ‘ah’

Each language has a special something
Each says things of their own

I have a special relation with each of them
In English, with the predicates
In Korean, with the adjectives
In French, with the homonyms
In Arabic, with the roots
In an imaginary language, with the capability of understanding one another

If I had to write something in French,
I would say some thing like,
‘au bord de la riviere’

It comes naturally, that is the language
It comes fluently, that is the poetry
It comes unexpectedly, that is love


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?


spiel troubles travels and art


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