Men die…
Dreams only change their houses.
They cannot be lined up against a wall
And quietly buried under ground,
And no more heard of…
However deep the pit and heaped the clay –
Like seedlings of old time
Hooding a sacred rose under the ice cap of the world –
Dreams will to light.
(Lola Ridge)
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