<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=348251" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Night Dream</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">To R. L.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">NEITHER her voice, her name,<br>Eyes, quietness neither,<br>That moved through the light, that came<br>Cold stalk in her teeth<br>Bitten of some blue flower<br>Knew I before nor saw.<br>This was a dream. Ah,<br>This was a dream. There was sun<br>Laid on the cloths of a table<br>We drank together. Her mouth<br>Was a lion's mouth out of jade<br>Cold with a fable of water.<br>Faces I could not see<br>Watched me with gentleness. Grace<br>Folded my body with wings.<br>I cannot love you she said.<br>My head she laid on her breast.<br>As stillness with ringing of bees<br>I was filled with a singing of praise.<br>Knowledge filled me and peace.<br>We were silent and not ashamed.<br>Ah we were glad that day.<br>They asked me but it was one<br>Dead they meant and not I.<br>She was beside me she said.<br>We rode in a desert place.<br>We were always happy. Her sleeves<br>Jangled with earrings of gold.<br>They told me the wind from the south<br>Was the cold wind to be feared.<br>We were galloping under the leaves<br>This was a dream, Ah<br>This was a dream.<br>And her mouth<br>Was not your mouth nor her eyes,<br>But the rivers were four and I knew<br>As a secret between us, the way<br>Hands touch, it was you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Archibald+MacLeish">Archibald MacLeish</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=348251" data-title="The Night Dream de Archibald MacLeish" data-description="To R. L. NEITHER her voice, her name, Eyes, quietness neither, That moved through the light, that came Cold stalk in her teeth Bitten of some blue flower Knew I before nor saw. This was a dream. Ah, This was a dream. There was sun Laid on the clo..."></div> </div> </div>

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