Let me not mar that perfect Dream
By an Auroral stain
But so adjust my daily Night
That it will come again.
Not when we know, the Power accosts —
The Garment of Surprise
Was all our timid Mother wore
At Home — in Paradise.
Let me not mar that perfect Dream
By an Auroral stain
But so adjust my daily Night
That it will come again.
Not when we know, the Power accosts —
The Garment of Surprise
Was all our timid Mother wore
At Home — in Paradise.
Do you have any comments, criticism, paraphrasis or analysis of this poem that you feel would assist other visitors in understanding the meaning or the theme of this poem by Emily Dickinson better? If accepted, your analysis will be added to this page of American Poems. Together we can build a wealth of information, but it will take some discipline and determination.
Trying to hold on to a dream is like trying to catch a soap bubble. Open your heart to what is in the moment; if you try to keep it, you’ll miss what’s in front of you now. William Blake wrote (I don’t know the source):
“He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity’s sun rise.”
I think that this poem has so much meaning despite the fact that its really short. Its basically talking about a dream that you never want to end because that moment is so valuable and precious and those moments dont happen very often in dreams. Something so perfect can end with a blink of an eye, literally.