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THE DREAM by LOLA RIDGE

First Line: I HAVE A DREAM
Last Line: WHERE SHALL I POUR MY DREAM?
Subject(s): DREAMS; NIGHTMARES;
I have a dream
To fill the golden sheath of a remembered day.

Air
Heavy and massed and blue
as the vapor of opium . . .
Domes
Fired in sulphurous mist . . .
Sea
Quiescent as a gray seal,
And the emerging sun
Spurting up gold
over Sydney smoke-pale,
rising out of the bay.

But the day is an upturned cup,
And its sun a junk of red iron
Guttering in sluggish-green water.
Where shall I pour my dream?



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