Poem: Broken Dreams

It seems I'm in a mood for dreams :p

Broken Dreams

There is grey in your hair.
Young men no longer suddenly catch their breath
When you are passing;
But maybe some old gaffer mutters a blessing
Because it was your prayer
Recovered him upon the bed of death.
For your sole sake - that all heart's ache have known,
And given to others all heart's ache,
From meagre girlhood's putting on
Burdensome beauty - for your sole sake
Heaven has put away the stroke of her doom,
So great her portion in that peace you make
By merely walking in a room.
Your beauty can but leave among us
Vague memories, nothing but memories.
A young man when the old men are done talking
Will say to an old man, "Tell me of that lady
The poet stubborn with his passion sang us
When age might well have chilled his blood.'
Vague memories, nothing but memories,
But in the grave all, all, shall be renewed.
The certainty that I shall see that lady
Leaning or standing or walking
In the first loveliness of womanhood,
And with the fervour of my youthful eyes,
Has set me muttering like a fool.
You are more beautiful than any one,
And yet your body had a flaw:
Your small hands were not beautiful,
And I am afraid that you will run
And paddle to the wrist
In that mysterious, always brimming lake
Where those What have obeyed the holy law
paddle and are perfect. Leave unchanged
The hands that I have kissed,
For old sake's sake.
The last stroke of midnight dies.
All day in the one chair
From dream to dream and rhyme to rhyme I have
In rambling talk with an image of air:
Vague memories, nothing but memories. 

By WB Yeats.


Anonymous said...

You have a broken dreams. I give you the "The Road To Success"

The wise man said just walks this way,
To the dawn of the light,
The road to success lies beneath you,
Neither discovers it nor uncovers it,
Time is precious as gold,
Never waste even a second,
Never give up easily,
All hopes will varnish,
Conquer your fear,
May the light of Goddess shows you the right path,
Study hard but smart,
Never delay,
Talk less, work more,
Be independent not dependent,
Fall from high above,
Build courage to climb it back,
How much efforts you pout in,
What you get back, it’s yours,
Never levity,
Life is limited, knowledge is limitless,
What drives you to success is fatal,
Destiny of yours is in your bare hands,
The future that leads to you,
Is what you lead to the future.

Rowan said...

That's a nice poem...Who wrote it? :)

Anonymous said...

I wrote it myself. I got a few self-written poem. This is one of them.

Rowan said...

Wow..That is amazing. Really ;)

Anonymous said...

very cool guys~ :)