Wednesday, March 09, 2005

"Tears and Loss and Broken Dreams"

I have heard it said that "everything looks better in the morning." I have, in fact, experienced this; I have gone to bed inexplicably worried about something, then awoken with the sunlight feeling less anxiety and a more positive view.

Is it true, then, that everything looks worse in the evening? Is there something about the waning light, the dropping temperature, and the pearly moon that brings on melancholy?

This poem by Carl Sandburg (1868-1967) describes just that feeling:


Dreams in the Dusk

Dreams in the dusk,
Only dreams closing the day
And with the day’s close going back
To the gray things, the dark things,
The far, deep things of dreamland.

Dreams, only dreams in the dusk,
Only the old remembered pictures
Of lost days when the day’s loss
Wrote in tears the heart’s loss.

Tears and loss and broken dreams
May find your heart at dusk.

Carl Sandburg


"Tears and loss and broken dreams." Do you have this experience in the evening? Do you feel the weight of your life's losses and sadder memories taking up space in your soul when the sun goes down?

5 comments:

Paula said...

Not really. When I get sleepy and curl up in my blanket, I think everything will be okay. In the morning it can hit me that things are NOT okay.

mermaid said...

I'm in awe of the last streaks of color in a dark sky. Driving home, especially in winter, I am thankful for this gift, but also sad at the end of each short day. I feel as if there is not enough time. On longer days, I accept the darkness, and welcome sleep and rejuvenation. I will have to say that I enjoy beginnings rather than endings, and am thus a morning person.

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keed said...

i feel this way after some real hard binging and living. i can't sleep and my emotions are raw.

Adrian Neibauer said...

That is one of my favorite Carl Sandburg poems. The night makes all things heavy...I think it is the darkness, the attempt of release of the day's stresses.

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