Poetry Corner

A Dream within a Dream

Edgar Allan Poe

(1850)

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow --
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand --
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep -- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

I haven't posted in awhile, been busy with studies but I will post something meaningful soon. Just thought I would share with you guys one of my favourite poems.

I love the whole Fantasy/reality dynamic though as a complete laymen in poetry analysis I will leave the in depth analyzing to the professionals. However as a layman for me the second stanza stands out. Our dreams are just like grains of sand, numerous and each one unique.Just like sand they can be blown away by the slightest problematic "gust" of life; usually these "gusts" occur all year around which can be highly annoying. Certain dreams no matter how hard we hold on to them just slip away with time, its never meant to be, whether it be in life or love some dreams are just one step too far. Think the worst thing is actually accepting and learning to deal with the loss of a dream and the period after where you have to fall back on "Plan B" or begin the tedious journey of formulating a new dream. The realization that some dreams are in fact merely dreams is the key. So hope you enjoyed it.

Kuwabara, Kuwabara
The Lone Writer

Results/ Travel/Thoughts

My marks came out yesterday. Now I dont have to tell you but i was panicking abit and wondering if I messed up or worse FAILED. However im glad to report that yes (as my friend bob above feels) I'm Absolutely ECSTATIC! My marks came out yesterday and Thanks to the All Mighty and all your duas I PASSED. I didnt do to badly either hey, yes QL I may have over reacted and definately over stressed a tad bit :) I am so glad I can now breathe a huge sigh of relief. *sigh* Now I can enjoy my holiday and relax well until it starts all overs again next year. Thats results now for travel :)


Yes I just returned to the blogosphere but alas I must leave for awhile *sniff sniff* I leave for egypt on thursday and return a day before Eid and boy am I excited. I've always loved history and as the pic above clearly shows egypt is just one of those places filled to the brim with history and culture. The land of the Pharoahs, The Nile, Mummies, Gods, Myths, History, and failed conquests of many nations it has it all. I'll take alot of pictures and hopefully feedback. Now for some thoughts



I've had this song stuck in my head for awhile now. This song and its lyrics are just too beautiful. If you havent heard it i recommend that you do. Snow Patrol - Chasing Cars


Congratulations to Ruqaya Al Ghasara. She won the 200m final and the Asia games. In my opinion a great ambassador for all muslim women especially in the current climate. She showed that the headscarf and modest islamic dressing is no hinderence to any muslim women in any field even sports. The headscarf is not a tool to subjugate women nor is it oppressive.

"Wearing a veil proves that Muslim women face no obstacles and encourages them to participate in sport"

"This is a glory to all Muslim women"

Well Done Ruqaya Al Ghasara!

And one last thing a poem

A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow --
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand --
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep -- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

LEAVING ON A JET PLANE DONT KNOW WHEN ILL BE BACK AGAIN!

Kuwabara. Kuwabara
The Lone Writer