HERE, O my heart, let us burn the dear dreams that are dead,
Here in this wood let us fashion a funeral pyre
Of fallen white petals and leaves that are mellow and red,
Here let us burn them in noon's flaming torches of fire.
We are weary, my heart, we are weary, so long we have borne
The heavy loved burden of dreams that are dead, let us rest,
Let us scatter their ashes away, for a while let us mourn;
We will rest, O my heart, till the shadows are gray in the west.
But soon we must rise, O my heart, we must wander again
Into the war of the world and the strife of the throng;
Let us rise, O my heart, let us gather the dreams that remain,
We will conquer the sorrow of life with the sorrow of song.
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Excellent poem with a lasting quality. The message is strong and well portrayed. Thought-provoking and inspiring poem.
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So wonderful. Lot of people do not realize that letting go of the past is the key. then again it is easier said than done. We really need to burn those dead dreams just like we trim the bushes. So that the new leaves could be healthy. Wonderful poem and thanks for such a powerful poem. Huggs. ♥ & Regards.
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I really liked this for old poetry! It was good! One suggestion though... maybe you shouldnt use so many O my hearts. by it could be just me.
Pen on!!
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what can be said. but BEAUTIFUL! simply amamzing, before the beatniks(kerouac,ginsberg,burroughs ie) there were the beautiful asain poetry and stories. some of the most beautiful poems have been written in the east. and this one stands to that truth. oh ya...
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this is reflective of past and forging on to future...I feel much the same and I like this very much...
It's a poem of strength and courage.........
:)Life never was very easy.
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