Lover's Gifts Xxviii: I Dreamt

I dreamt that she sat by my head, tenderly ruffling my hair with
her fingers, playing the melody of her touch. I looked at her face
and struggled with my tears, till the agony of unspoken words burst
my sleep like a bubble.
I sat up and saw the glow of the Milky Way above my window,
like a world of silence on fire, and I wondered if at this moment
she had a dream that rhymed with mine.

by Rabindranath Tagore

Comments (9)

'My hopped up husband drops his home disputes, and hits the streets to cruise for prostitutes, ' Graphic lines, I applaud Robert Lowell for writing this, in a time when brutality and beating wives in the home was ignored by a moral majority? Sadly in some suburbs and many countries it still is, a pity people do not do unto others as they would have others do unto them. Sadly a few trolls, do not give the love and respect women deserve, the question is always why stay and put up with this disgusting behaviour?
Sad poem......++++++++++++++++ Thanks for sharing...................
Thank you Robert Lowell for making me see the true vision in this poem. Absolutely eccentric!
It is really sad. Hubby going away for pleasure to other women. Nicely done.
Ecellent poem describing Woe
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