Good or bad - LIfe goes on!
The whole poem is indeed a masterpiece of Shelley - but this line was so out of box, it blew me away. It reminds me again that genius minds can see things which we can't see ::
We rest.—A dream has power to poison sleep; -- wow!!!
"We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon;
How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver,
Streaking the darkness radiantly!—yet soon
Night closes round, and they are lost for ever:
Or like forgotten lyres, whose dissonant strings
Give various response to each varying blast,
To whose frail frame no second motion brings
One mood or modulation like the last.
We rest.—A dream has power to poison sleep;
We rise.—One wandering thought pollutes the day;
We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep;
Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away:
It is the same!—For, be it joy or sorrow,
The path of its departure still is free:
Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow;
Nought may endure but Mutability."
3 comments:
Agree with you on the powerful expression of that line I did not say those words that you said but yes I was blown away too
Incidentaly My daughter was visiting us and I showed this poem to her and told her Mehnaz is also a daughter for me I found in bloggistan
Anyway reason I shared with her because she has MA in English from Edinborough University She has interest in English from childhood so she told me Shelley is more romantics poet, whatever that means I am moved more by Urdu and farsi than English
The love I have for Ayesha however cannot be compared to other daughters. This can only be felt by a father
Uncle: I always took dreams as a blessing for humans, but dreams can be devastating too. Last week I was approached by a person in a community who is afraid to go to sleep because of frightening dreams/nightmares. So far no psychiatric treatment has worked.
Thank you uncle.
Post a Comment