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Staircase to Dreams

Dreams are flashes of hope we wish upon.

As we gather all our strengths to make a bond.

Without letting go we grasps on tight.

Hoping not to fall without a fight.

At the end when we finally reaching the top,

The heaviness on our shoulders can finally drop.

 

yeah, it’s very cliche.

But it’s all I can think off last minute.

I found one of the first and most loved poems I’ve read back in elementary school.

 

Richard Cory

Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean-favoured and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
“Good Morning!” and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich, yes, richer than a king,
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine — we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked and waited for the light,
And went without the meat and cursed the bread,
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet in his head.

Edwin Arlington Robinson

 

It’s one of those poems that leaves you shocked from the very last line. It left me thinking long and hard. Why did he suicide? I didn’t get it until I got older. I remember I was so amazed that I wrote the poem on a construction paper and pasted it on my wall. heh.

Now that i’m in college, there are LOTs of poems that I loved. But I can only recall one, since i wrote a paper on it.

“The Lady of Shalott” by Tennyson.

“I am half sick of shadows”

Her desire to break free from isolation even if it’s in exchange for her own life, had left me amazed. Was Sir Lancelot really that charming? haha. Well he did charm the Queen.

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