February 1, 2004

In your sleepy eyes I read the journey...

THROUGH NIGHTMARE

Never be disenchanted of
That place you sometimes dream yourself into.
Lying at large remove beyond all dream,
Or those you find there, though but seldom
In their company seated´┐Ż

The untameable, the live, the gentle,
Have you not known them? Whom? They carry
Time looped so river-wise about their house
There's no way in by history's road
To name or number them.

In your sleepy eyes I read the journey
Of which disjointedly you tell; which stirs
My loving admiration, that you should travel
Through nightmare to a lost and moated land,
Who are timorous by nature.

--Robert Graves

Posted by John Weidner at February 1, 2004 5:34 PM
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