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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BERENICE, by FRANCES FUERST QUICK First Line: Such silly things my baby sneaks to bed Last Line: To want to keep them—'cause they help us dream! Subject(s): Children; Dreams; Childhood; Nightmares | |||
Such silly things my Baby sneaks to bed. Sometimes a dolly or a crust of bread Sometimes a pencil with a blunty trend Tonight Dad's hammer at the hammock's end. Such funny thoughts must flit about all night From busy brain to active fingers tight Clasping a book of storied fairy ream,— "Oh mother, leave it—'cause it helps me dream!" So, sadly, we—between sweet childhood and our Rest— Clasping our old illusions to our breast, Just as my Baby's plea we also seem To want to keep them—'cause they help us Dream! | 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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