Dorothy Parker (22 August 1893 - 7 June 1967 / Long Branch / New Jersey)
Poems by Dorothy Parker : 3 / 189
A Dream Lies Dead
A dream lies dead here. May you softly go
Before this place, and turn away your eyes,
Nor seek to know the look of that which dies
Importuning Life for life. Walk not in woe,
But, for a little, let your step be slow.
And, of your mercy, be not sweetly wise
With words of hope and Spring and tenderer skies.
A dream lies dead; and this all mourners know:
Whenever one drifted petal leaves the tree-
Though white of bloom as it had been before
And proudly waitful of fecundity-
One little loveliness can be no more;
And so must Beauty bow her imperfect head
Because a dream has joined the wistful dead!
Dorothy Parker
Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
Read poems about / on: dream, spring, tree, beauty, hope, life, sky
Poems by Dorothy Parker : 3 / 189
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my choice
so nice so inspirational poem..
Lovely, excellent choice of words and effective use of punctuation.
Dorothy is simply brilliant! !
heart warming write! helps to read when hope is dead.... and dreams a million miles away! very aptly put! last two lines were very good!
dreams are planned, reality is just exsicutive the planned.. to dream is reality, and for dream to becomes reality is what we always dream. Very inspirational poem..
It is a cheerful sort of sorrow. The kind when you are sad but you know there will be brighter skies ahead and you take that and you walk forward.
Heartfelt: ]
This poem reveals one side of DP's character: her ineffable sadness. No machete-like wit. I like this poema lot.
' one little loveliness can be no more' = a dream
Dorothy as always have been the image of the beautiful truth
Wow.. wow.. wow... this is a very very touchy poem. Pretty sadness.
Ge'
How true...and how sad. No beauty can be as perfect as a dream we never see come true. Wonderful poem.