Dream III
by Elizabeth Bishop
The sea [is a deceptive footing]
& we search its drunken, shifting sidewalks.
The air turning to salt-water on the way,
we descend some creaking stairs
drawn by music of marimbas
to a cellar-cabaret.
But when we get there it is silent.
Around us impetalled fish swim seriously;
It is not a cabaret at all.
It is an endless wax-works, dimly lit,
where rows of lonesome figures sit
whose fresher tears, naturally cannot fall.
Everyone owns his unique dreams. Someone comes ture but someone not.
About me? Which one will happened to me?
1 comment:
It's not necessary to care whether our dream would come true or not.
After all,dream would bring power with people.That's enough.
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