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 up-turned cup
and its sun a junk of red iron
guttering in sluggish-green water-
where shall I pour my dream?
The Dream
Lola Ridge
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Poem topics: green, red, sea, water, blue, gold, iron, golden, heavy, dream, sun, Valentine's Day, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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