Treasure Island

Stevie Smith

(20 September 1902 – 7 March 1971 / Kingston upon Hull)

In My Dreams


In my dreams I am always saying goodbye and riding away,
Whither and why I know not nor do I care.
And the parting is sweet and the parting over is sweeter,
And sweetest of all is the night and the rushing air.


In my dreams they are always waving their hands and saying goodbye,
And they give me the stirrup cup and I smile as I drink,
I am glad the journey is set, I am glad I am going,
I am glad, I am glad, that my friends don't know what I think.

Submitted: Thursday, April 08, 2010

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  • Colleen Courtney (5/18/2014 12:14:00 PM)

    Find this poem interesting. Why is she always saying goodbye? Why always leaving? An inner wish for a different life. A secret kept from friends of her unhappiness? Hmmm...... (Report) Reply

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