In My Dreams

In my dreams I am always saying goodbye and riding away,
Whither and why I know not nor do I care.
And the parting is sweet and the parting over is sweeter,
And sweetest of all is the night and the rushing air.

In my dreams they are always waving their hands and saying goodbye,
And they give me the stirrup cup and I smile as I drink,
I am glad the journey is set, I am glad I am going,
I am glad, I am glad, that my friends don’t know what I think.

by Stevie Smith (1902-1971)

2 Responses to “In My Dreams”

  1. Why are you leaving Sussex when you have done such a great job there?

  2. […] The news about yesterday’s vote to take the United Kingdom out of the European Union reminded me that I haven’t yet mentioned on this blog that I’ll shortly be making an exit of my own although it is completely unconnected with the EU referendum! Hopefully this will answer a comment on a poem I recently posted… […]

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