Sunday, July 17, 2016

The Poet: Samuel Taylor Coleridge, "What If You Slept"

"What If You Slept"

"What if you slept,
And what if
In your sleep
You dreamed,
And what if
In your dream
You went to heaven
And there plucked a strange and beautiful flower,
And what if
When you awoke
You had that flower in your hand...
Ah, what then?"

- Samuel Taylor Coleridge

“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for! To quote from Whitman, 'O me! O life! of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless- of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?' Answer: That you are here - that life exists, and that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?”
- "Dead Poets Society"

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