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A Dream Lies Dead
(22 August 1893 - 7 June 1967 / Long Branch / New Jersey)

A Dream Lies Dead

Poem By Dorothy Parker

A dream lies dead here. May you softly go
Before this place, and turn away your eyes,
Nor seek to know the look of that which dies
Importuning Life for life. Walk not in woe,
But, for a little, let your step be slow.
And, of your mercy, be not sweetly wise
With words of hope and Spring and tenderer skies.
A dream lies dead; and this all mourners know:

Whenever one drifted petal leaves the tree-
Though white of bloom as it had been before
And proudly waitful of fecundity-
One little loveliness can be no more;
And so must Beauty bow her imperfect head
Because a dream has joined the wistful dead!

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A brilliant poem about a thing of beauty that helps bring balance to the world. Then the tragic death of this dream reflects the imperfectness as well as reducing the beauty that exists in this world.
A lovely petrarchan sonnet... It started me getting teary eyed...
A powerful poem! Thanks for sharing!
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