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  • By David B. Gosselin

Deep Dreams

I dreamt a dream so deep last night,

I felt I dreamt a thousand years;

I felt I’d lived a thousand dreams—

Dreams bearing not a single seam.

Dreams of Atlantean depth were dreamed—

Dreams deeper than I ever thought I’d dream—

Dreams stranger than an Orphic hymn—

Dreams clearer than a starlit stream.

I dreamt that I was Morpheus’ prey

—Apollo’s thespian oracle—

Pacing beneath the star-struck skies

And praying for a miracle.

Although the dreamless never sleep,

Although the sleepless never dream,

Dreams are the things that make this life

All that it is, or may soon be.

I saw a heart without a key,

Two lovers in a sandy-storm,

Calypso on a wind-hewn isle,

Red roses on a desert dune.

I saw a sword with Dido’s blood—

The secrets of Ophelia’s dreams—

A lilac drowned in summer rains—

A miser lost at heaven’s gates.

The final words from lover’s wintered lips—

A snowflake melting on the vernal wind—

White roses bloom on carnaged fields—

I dreamt that it was all a dream. David Gosselin is a poet, translator, and editor based in Montreal. He writes on Substack at Age of Muses. His collection of poems is entitled Modern Dreams.


Dec 28, 2022

Excellent, David.

"Although the dreamless never sleep,

Although the sleepless never dream,"

Love these lines. And I love the mythological parade.


Dec 28, 2022

For a poem like this to work, the list of images seen by the poet must be very vivid, very striking, so I found myself going through them one by one. And while not all of them withstand that test, the ones that do offer more than enough to make this a memorable poem. I especially like the first line of Verse 5: 'I saw a heart without a key'. This is simple but profound, and offers, perhaps, a clue to the kind of Zombieland creatures that might solely inhabit this world without the influence of those visionary people who seek and value the ability to dream those 'deep dreams' that can unlock the potential of the human heart. Dream…

Dec 28, 2022
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I've been thinking about much the same thing recently - about balancing our deeper dreams with the reality of the systems we're forced to live with in order to survive, and the possibility of creating a fuller, more balanced humanity, rather than allowing those systems to erode our dreams - our lifeworld. And yes, David, we simply cannot leave aspects of our deeper selves go unheard, unknown and unattended. Maybe the balance I'm speaking of must first be addressed in poetry; and then, let our poems become us. After all, the best of poets, such as Shelley, Whitman etc., never shirked the task of trying to create a more visionary and enlightened world for all.

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