A speaker stands on a shoreline watching grains of golden sand slip through their fingers and fall into the deep sea as the waves roar, unable to hold on or save even one grain. They question if everything they experience is merely a dream within a dream.
A speaker stands on a shoreline watching grains of golden sand slip through their fingers and fall into the deep sea as the waves roar, unable to hold on or save even one grain. They question if everything they experience is merely a dream within a dream.
A speaker stands on a shoreline watching grains of golden sand slip through their fingers and fall into the deep sea as the waves roar, unable to hold on or save even one grain. They question if everything they experience is merely a dream within a dream.
UN SUEÑO DENTRO DE UN SUEÑO (A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM)
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand -- How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep -- while I weep! O God! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save _One_ from the pitiless wave? Is _all_ that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?