A Pinch of Salt by Robert Graves When a dream is born in you With a sudden clamorous pain, When you know the dream is true And lovely, with no flaw nor stain, O then, be careful, or with sudden clutch Youll hurt the delicate thing you prize so much. Dreams are like a bird that mocks, Flirting the feathers of his tail. When you seize at the salt-box, Over the hedge youll see him sail. Old birds are neither caught with salt nor chaff: They watch you from the apple bough and laugh. Poet, never chase the dream. Laugh yourself, and turn away. Mask your hunger; let it seem Small matter if he come or stay; But when he nestles in your hand at last, Close up your fingers tight and hold him fast. A Pinch of Salt by Robert Graves - Reading https://youtube/watch?v=-SLmSXdNYNY
Posted on: Fri, 02 Jan 2015 06:05:00 +0000
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