Who said Gods have no need to dream?
They dream darkest and most,
their night eyes inflaming a realm
their waking weeps as lost.
Chafing through torture of control
burning mastery, they serve;
sleeping in soul made mortal
embrace their human love.
The lonelier their peaks of cloud
the closer their dreams come
to warm plain and peopled hillside
- Gods most have need to dream.
Categories: New York
4 Responses to “Dreamers”
No wonder you can’t sleep!
Hello Dear,
Who wrote that poem? I am not sure I like it but what to know who. Other wise I like your blog a lot
Hello Mr Horan
Lovely to hear from you! Well, please wash your mouth - these are the words of Saint Janet Frame, out of the first edition I found of her poems Pocket Mirror … And thankyou for blog comment - life has been a bit crazy so posting has been sketchy.
So how is Melbourne? Hugz Paul
Kia Ora my friend!! NYC sounds like foodie paradise. Any plans to make a NYC-Delhi comparison trip? Know a couple of great guides. xx
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