I feel like my brain used to be a big juicy grape, but is now a silly smoothy raisin. I don't know how I managed to become quite so uninspired, but I did… and in an effort to reignite a spark or two, I've turned to one of my go-to's: Robert Frost. Since I'm wearing a dreamcatcher tee, I thought this poem about dreams would be lovely to share. Here is:
A Dream Pang- Robert Frost
I had withdrawn in forest, and my song
Was swallowed up in leaves that blew alway;
And to the forest edge you came one day
(This was my dream) and looked and pondered long,
But did not enter, though the wish was strong:
You shook your pensive head as who should say,
‘I dare not—too far in his footsteps stray—
He must seek me would he undo the wrong.
Not far, but near, I stood and saw it all
Behind low boughs the trees let down outside;
And the sweet pang it cost me not to call
And tell you that I saw does still abide.
But ’tis not true that thus I dwelt aloof,
For the wood wakes, and you are here for proof.
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