- WHEN a dream is born in you
- With a sudden clamorous pain,
- When you know the dream is true
- And lovely, with no flaw nor strain,
- O then, be careful, or with sudden clutch
- You'll hurt the delicate thing you prize so much.
- Dreams are like a bird that mocks,
- Flirting the feathers of his tail.
- When you sieze at the salt box,
- Over the hedge you'll see him sail.
- Old birds are neither caught with salt nor chaff:
- They watch you from the apple bough and laugh.
- Poet, never chase the dream.
- Laugh yourself and turn away.
- Mask your hunger; let it seem
- Small matter if he come or stay;
- But when he nestles in your hand at last,
- Close up your fingers tight and hold him fast.
- Poem from: http://www.theotherpages.org/poems/graves01.html
A Pinch of Salt
By Robert Graves
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