A Dream Within a Dream | A poem by Edgar Allan Poe, 1849

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Edvard Munch, Moonlight on the Shore, 1892

 Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow —
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand —
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep — while I weep!
O God! Can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Edgar Allan Poe, A Dream Within a Dream, 1849

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Edvard Munch, Eye in Eye, 1894

1 thought on “A Dream Within a Dream | A poem by Edgar Allan Poe, 1849

  1. “If you hold sand too tightly in your hand, it will run through your fingers.”

    a telegram from Joni Mitchell to Graham Nash, 1970


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