Dreams
by Langston Hughes
Hold fast to dreams
for if dreams die
life is a broken-winged bird
life is a broken-winged bird
that cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
for when dreams go
life is a barren field
frozen with snow.
Trees
Pablo Neruda (tranlated into Englishy by Ben Belitt)
When I switched off the lights last night
all my roots went to sleep
while my eyes remained
caught in the leafage:
later, with dark flooding in,
a branch fell over my dreams:
the cold night rose
from the trunk, crystal-clear,
a transparent iguana.
I slept soundly then.
I closed my eyes and my leaves.
all my roots went to sleep
while my eyes remained
caught in the leafage:
later, with dark flooding in,
a branch fell over my dreams:
the cold night rose
from the trunk, crystal-clear,
a transparent iguana.
I slept soundly then.
I closed my eyes and my leaves.