قصيدة Dream Song 14
.Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so ,After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns ,we ourselves flash and yearn and moreover my mother told me as a boy
.Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so ,After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns ,we ourselves flash and yearn and moreover my mother told me as a boy
,He was reading late, at Richard's, down in Maine ,aged 32? Richard & Helen long in bed .my good wife long in bed ,All I had to do was strip & get into my bed
في السطور الأولى من هذه القصيدة يبدأ المتحدث بوصف بلغة بسيطة للغاية الطفل الذي فقد كرة يلعب بها، سرعان ما يتضح أنّ هذه الكرة لم تكن شيئًا بسيطًا يمكن استبداله،
There sat down, once, a thing on Henry's heart só heavy, if he had a hundred years more, & weeping, sleepless, in all them time& .Henry could not make good