Emily Dickinson

We Dream it Is Good We Are Dreaming

poem 531

We dream it is good we are dreaming It would hurt us were we awake But since it is playing kill us, And we are playing shriek What harm? Men die externally It is a truth of Blood But we are dying in Drama And Drama is never dead Cautious We jar each other And either open the eyes Lest the Phantasm prove the Mistake And the livid Surprise Cool us to Shafts of Granite With just an Age and Name And perhaps a phrase in Egyptian It’s prudenter to dream

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