Friday, September 4, 2009

Only in Sleep

Yesterday I got this poem from and found it simply beautiful. The unforgettable memories of a childhood. So here it is.
I have left the original formatting in place. It looks rather eye catching.
Well, at least, so I think.

"Only in Sleep"

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Only in sleep I see their faces,
Children I played with when I was a child,
Louise comes back with her brown hair braided,
Annie with ringlets warm and wild.

Only in sleep Time is forgotten --
What may have come to them, who can know?
Yet we played last night as long ago,
And the doll-house stood at the turn of the stair.

The years had not sharpened their smooth round faces,
I met their eyes and found them mild --
Do they, too, dream of me, I wonder,
And for them am I too a child?

Sarah Teasdale


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aimee said...

awww.. nice one..

it's only in sleep that time really is forgotten..

anyway, you might want to try Pablo Neruda's poems. they're great, too. :)

szlogolept said...

I have looked him up. They are indeed beautiful poems. I wish I could read them in the original. Cheers

psychelyn said...

ei, nice post. it feels good to be back isn't it? :) thanks for finding me back and welcome back as well :)))

Damsel said...

thanks for sharing this poem!

wanderer said... is my first platform to show case my skills as a poet...I do hold on to the pleasant memories of those days...and of course is was from this site that i got to bound with a special person too.

Tomas said...

Thank you for these unforgettable indeed memoirs. I have read that poem as my diary and tears doped down from my eyes. That was lovely, sweat tears - they warmed the heart : once upon a time helps me not to forget the wonder of wind stories.
I enjoy your blog greatly.

LION GIRL said...

How true? Just last night I dreamt of my late sister and it was so real that I forgot she is no longer alive! It feels so good to be with her in my dreams, once in a while. It feels so good...

Aries said...

Hi, just blog hopping. Lovely poem