We are all influenced by the poetry we read. Octavio Paz, Nobel Prize winning poet, said that, in poetry, each word carries weight. I like the ocean, sand, and dreams ... so this inspired verses out of me ... got me to read more verses about these key words for me. At an early age, one of the first verses to stick with me was A Dream Within A Dream by Poe.
Like many of us, I tend to read verses about particular subjects or topics, rather than reading the poet's complete works. This particular work inspired me. I also liked the words of Blake about sand, and then those of Taisen Deshimaru.
We learn to appreciate certain poets and then concentrate on their works by choice. This is often after we have had positive introduction to them where we can develop appreciation for them. Often the introduction will be, for us, the turn-off or turn-on to read more of a poet.
Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow - You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of golden sand - How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep - while I weep! O God! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save one from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?
To see the world in a grain of sand, And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand And eternity in an hour....William Blake
Keep your hands open, and all the sands of the desert can pass through them. Close them, and all you can feel is a bit of grit....Taisen Deshimaru
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Each Important Grain ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ THE HOURGLASS ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When I was very, very small, there was a time I tried to catch each grain of sand as you trickled it through my eager tiny fingertips. I learned to be patient, because you taught me you would give me a chance to catch each sparkling grain... finally satisfied, that with your help, somehow, I had soon held them all. I am grown now, you gone. Life in an hourglass. But someone else realizes the importance of this to me, in taking me back to beaches. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ © Rennie Lorca 1998 2001