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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=568700" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Persian Dreams</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dreams of old Khayyam's Rubayat <br>And glazed brown shiny doors of old <br>Now open up to darkened candy stores <br>Burst from imagination's folds </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The doors fly open and alas <br>I see but bare walls of an empty room <br>No comics stands or chocolate bars <br>No Brownie Hawkeye cameras to buy </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The candy store was dark and narrow then <br>So rich with hidden treasures in its womb <br>For the most part I could not afford <br>I was but twelve and thirteen then </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It must have been in late teenage <br>That Persian poets came into my life <br>With jugs of wine, and loaves of bread <br>Words that could last a lifetime and beyond </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So when I woke at three a.m. <br>The candy store, its doors and shelves <br>Lay on my pillow, as did phrases of that poem <br>You know the one, about the keys and veils </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I had been walking with two friends <br>With arms entwined, it was a cheerful time <br>And clear as I am speaking to you now <br>I said the lines, I know I did </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'There was a door to which I found no key <br>There was a veil past which I could not see <br>A little talk there was of me and thee <br>And then no more of thee and me' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why did it come to me so clear <br>And in a dream of places long gone by <br>Of unknown hopes and wishes of a child <br>A dream so bright, I felt quite young again </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It may be I am growing old <br>And oriental veils are calling me <br>Beyond those locks and doors <br>And deserts of the mind that Omar knew <br>Will there be candy stores that open wide <br>To me in spirit as I float <br>Will bites of chocolate-coated treats <br>Fill every mouth with widened throat </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is Khayyam's world or afterworld <br>More sweet then than the one we heard <br>In Hamlet's saddened speech to walls beyond <br>The harsh and cold stones of the Danish fold </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We Westerners do shine in ghastly tomes <br>On hell and purgatory drear <br>Infernos burning all the wicked bones <br>And squeezing out all forms of fear </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So is the truth then in a candy store <br>Or in a jug of wine beneath the bough <br>My dream may be the advocate <br>The tipping of the mortal scale </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For as I live, it is quite dear <br>To contemplate a warm place full of glazed and colored tiles <br>With mustached, handsome lovers lying near <br>To bring the first fruits and the harvest's smiles </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Perhaps I was a gypsy in Bombay <br>Or slave girl in the steppes of Caucasus <br>In times long gone, remembering no more <br>Except in dreams that grow at three a.m. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though born to frozen northern lands this time <br>I cannot feel the sting of Yorick's skull <br>Or Vikings frosty search for whales and cod <br>They leave me cold, if you forgive the pun </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When all is said and done and I pursue <br>The hot and heavy struggles of a poet's pen no more <br>Who will then reach for me beyond the veil <br>Will it be Omar with the grizzled Rumi, bard or yore?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Liilia+Talts+Morrison">Liilia Talts Morrison</a><div class=q>
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And glazed brown shiny doors of old 
Now open up to darkened candy stores 
Burst from imagination's folds 

The doors fly open and alas 
I see but bare walls of an empty room 
No comics stands or chocolate bars 
No..."></div>
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