Dream Responsibly

When history sleeps, it speaks in dreams: on the
forehead of the sleeping people, the poem is a constellation of blood.
When history wakes, image becomes act, the poem happens:
poetry gets into action.

Deserve your dream.

— Octavio Paz


AnswerGirl said...

I have always wondered why they don't make adult-sized cradles.

Maybe I shouldn't admit that.

Kat Richardson said...

Ah... so THAT'S a porch swing.

Victor Gischler said...

If the entire house is rockin', don't come a-knockin'