Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE DREAMER, by HUGH FRANCIS BLUNT First Line: He made but dreams; for this they laughed him down Last Line: God's tax of death on earth-idolatry. Subject(s): Dreams; Nightmares | ||||||||
He made but dreams; for this they laughed him down, Those praters of Efficiency, who wrought The more substantial things (or thus they thought) That merited a place of sure renown. He never made a shoe, a suit, a gown; He paid no taxes on a house and lot; He never sold a thing and rarely bought; He was the Non-Producer of the town. He made but dreams; such inefficient things! And they who bought and sold and toiled and played Could never guess the joke Eternity Had played on them; for still the Dreamer sings Long centuries since his deriders paid God's tax of death on earth-idolatry. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 14 by CONRAD AIKEN VARIATIONS: 18 by CONRAD AIKEN LIVE IT THROUGH by DAVID IGNATOW A DREAM OF GAMES by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE DREAM OF WAKING by RANDALL JARRELL APOLOGY FOR BAD DREAMS by ROBINSON JEFFERS GIVE YOUR WISH LIGHT by ROBINSON JEFFERS |
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