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[hummingwolf]

Searching the net for poems on a specific subject, I was reminded of this post I made to a mailing list last month:


Subject: Sleep-deprived thought

I've been reading a bit recently about dreams and the effect they have had on human culture--religion, literature, music, all arts--and my reading sparked this memory:

Once when I was a small child I had this dream. I dreamt that I opened the back door one night to see two people before me. At least one of them was a woman; possibly they both were. They were tall (at least compared to the little person I was at the time), quite slender yet giving the impression of great power. It is possible that they were not human.

They said to me:
"Cold imperiousness, do not belie
The sacred treasures where thy origins lie."


Horrific. At such a tender age, even my dreams were forcing rotten verse upon me. You just can't shelter a child enough when it comes to bad poetry.