We are things of dry hours and the involuntary plan,
Grayed in, and gray. "Dream" mate, a giddy sound, not strong
Like "rent", "feeding a wife", "satisfying a man".
But could a dream sent up through onion fumes
Its white and violet, fight with fried potatoes
And yesterday's garbage ripening in the hall,
Flutter, or sing an aria down these rooms,
Even if we were willing to let it in,
Had time to warm it, keep it very clean,
Anticipate a message, let it begin?
We wonder. But not well! not for a minute!
Since Number Five is out of the bathroom now,
We think of lukewarm water, hope to get in it.
But could a dream sent up through onion fumes Its white and violet, fight with fried potatoes And yesterday's garbage ripening in the hall, Flutter, or sing an aria down these room.. very fine poem of Gwendolyn
Well articuated and nicely embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm........
A wonderful poem well crafted and expressed. Great imagery.
Congratulations being the Modern Poem Of The Day. So loveliest and amazing poetic expressions
Gratefulness and hope were used beautifully back then. I remember the shared bath water also as a child.
Even if we were willing to let it in, Had time to warm it, keep it very clean, Anticipate a message, let it begin? ......./// beautiful poetic expression
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
One of the best poems by Gwendolyn Brooks......