I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth,
And laid them away in a box of gold;
Where long will cling the lips of the moth,
I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth;
I hide no hate; I am not even wroth
Who found the earth's breath so keen and cold;
I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth,
And laid them away in a box of gold.
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A wonderful triolet. Full of images and dreams. A real sweet read.
John -
Ahhh.. This is smooth and very poetic indeed. Of course with Keats and Shelley as inspirations .. who would think differently.
Enjoyed and thanks OP Folks for your continued hard work...I don't get here as often as I should. But when I do .. I love it.
lisa
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he was like saying that he took all his hate or feelings and life and put it behind and put it in a silken cloth which meens that I put it all behind himself and gone on with his life. So
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i love you
i love this poem it opened up my eyes and i saw the wonders of the harlem renessanes. thanks for opening up my eyes.l
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