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<blockquote data-quote="Cicadelic Ranger" data-source="post: 1058411222" data-attributes="member: 48688"><p><u>Dream </u></p><p></p><p>I had returned from dreaming _</p><p>When there came the look of you </p><p>And I could not tell after that, </p><p>And the sound of you </p><p>And I could not tell, </p><p>And at last the touch of you </p><p>And I could tell then less than ever, </p><p>Though I silvered and fell </p><p>As at the very mountain-brim </p><p>Of dream. </p><p></p><p>For how could the motion of a shadow in a field </p><p>Be a person? </p><p>Or the flash of an oriole-wing </p><p>Be a smile? </p><p>Or the turn of a leaf on a stream </p><p>Be a hand? </p><p>Or a bright breath of sun </p><p>Be lips? </p><p></p><p>I can reach out and out_ and nothing will be there . . . </p><p>None of these things are true. </p><p>All of them are dreams, </p><p>There are neither streams </p><p>Nor leaves nor orioles nor you. </p><p></p><p><em>Witter Bynner ( in The beloved Stranger I ) 1919</em></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Cicadelic Ranger, post: 1058411222, member: 48688"] [U]Dream [/U] I had returned from dreaming _ When there came the look of you And I could not tell after that, And the sound of you And I could not tell, And at last the touch of you And I could tell then less than ever, Though I silvered and fell As at the very mountain-brim Of dream. For how could the motion of a shadow in a field Be a person? Or the flash of an oriole-wing Be a smile? Or the turn of a leaf on a stream Be a hand? Or a bright breath of sun Be lips? I can reach out and out_ and nothing will be there . . . None of these things are true. All of them are dreams, There are neither streams Nor leaves nor orioles nor you. [I]Witter Bynner ( in The beloved Stranger I ) 1919[/I] [/QUOTE]
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