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WHEN THEY SLEEP 



All people are children when they sleep.
There's no war in them then.
They open their hands and breathe
in that quiet rhythm heaven has given them.
 
They pucker their lips like small children
and open their hands halfway,
soldiers and statesmen, servants and masters.
The stars stand guard
and a haze veils the sky,
a few hours when no one will do anybody harm.
 
If only we could speak to one another then
when our hearts are half-open flowers.
Words like golden bees
would drift in.
-- God, teach me the language of sleep.
 
~Rolf Jacobsen

ODE by Arthur O'Shaughnessy 



1   We are the music makers,
2   And we are the dreamers of dreams,
3   Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
4   And sitting by desolate streams; --
5   World-losers and world-forsakers,
6   On whom the pale moon gleams:
7   Yet we are the movers and shakers
8   Of the world for ever, it seems.

9    With wonderful deathless ditties
10   We build up the world's great cities,
11   And out of a fabulous story
12   We fashion an empire's glory:
13   One man with a dream, at pleasure,
14   Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
15   And three with a new song's measure
16   Can trample a kingdom down.

17   We, in the ages lying,
18   In the buried past of the earth,
19   Built Nineveh with our sighing,
20   And Babel itself in our mirth;
21   And o'erthrew them with prophesying
22   To the old of the new world's worth;
23   For each age is a dream that is dying,
24   Or one that is coming to birth.

25  A breath of our inspiration
26  Is the life of each generation;
27   A wondrous thing of our dreaming
28   Unearthly, impossible seeming --
29   The soldier, the king, and the peasant
30   Are working together in one,
31   Till our dream shall become their present,
32   And their work in the world be done.

33   They had no vision amazing
34   Of the goodly house they are raising;
35   They had no divine foreshowing
36   Of the land to which they are going:
37   But on one man's soul it hath broken,
38   A light that doth not depart;
39   And his look, or a word he hath spoken,
40   Wrought flame in another man's heart.

41   And therefore to-day is thrilling
42   With a past day's late fulfilling;
43   And the multitudes are enlisted
44   In the faith that their fathers resisted,
45   And, scorning the dream of to-morrow,
46   Are bringing to pass, as they may,
47   In the world, for its joy or its sorrow,
48   The dream that was scorned yesterday.

49   But we, with our dreaming and singing,
50   Ceaseless and sorrowless we!
51   The glory about us clinging
52   Of the glorious futures we see,
53   Our souls with high music ringing:
54   O men! it must ever be
55   That we dwell, in our dreaming and singing,
56   A little apart from ye.

57   For we are afar with the dawning
58   And the suns that are not yet high,
59   And out of the infinite morning
60   Intrepid you hear us cry --
61   How, spite of your human scorning,
62   Once more God's future draws nigh,
63   And already goes forth the warning
64   That ye of the past must die.

65   Great hail! we cry to the comers
66   From the dazzling unknown shore;
67   Bring us hither your sun and your summers;
68   And renew our world as of yore;
69   You shall teach us your song's new numbers,
70   And things that we dreamed not before:
71   Yea, in spite of a dreamer who slumbers,
72   And a singer who sings no more.

CAREFUL WHAT WE DREAM 



"Optimism, I've always thought, is the best strategy. Who but the most cynical of us would want to be right about the end of the world? No, I think we make the world every day. Collectively, individually, by intention or accident, we dream our world into being. We just have to be careful what we dream."
~Sting
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