{"id":203,"date":"2017-02-25T00:12:53","date_gmt":"2017-02-25T00:12:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.robgoll.com\/content\/?p=203"},"modified":"2017-02-25T00:16:34","modified_gmt":"2017-02-25T00:16:34","slug":"dreams-old-d-h-lawrence","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.robgoll.com\/content\/audio-recordings\/dreams-old-d-h-lawrence\/","title":{"rendered":"Dreams Old \u2014 D. H. Lawrence"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Poem 55 - 100 days of poetry<br \/>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Dreams Old - Poem by D. H. Lawrence by Rob Goll\" width=\"525\" height=\"400\" scrolling=\"no\" frameborder=\"no\" src=\"https:\/\/w.soundcloud.com\/player\/?visual=true&url=https%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F309419428&show_artwork=true&maxheight=788&maxwidth=525\"><\/iframe><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: small;\"><br \/>\nI have opened the window to warm my hands on the sill<br \/>\nWhere the sunlight soaks in the stone: the afternoon<br \/>\nIs full of dreams, my love, the boys are all still<br \/>\nIn a wistful dream of Lorna Doone.<br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: small;\"><br \/>\nThe clink of the shunting engines is sharp and fine,<br \/>\nLike savage music striking far off, and there<br \/>\nOn the great, uplifted blue palace, lights stir and shine<br \/>\nWhere the glass is domed in the blue, soft air.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: small;\"><br \/>\nThere lies the world, my darling, full of wonder and wistfulness and strange<br \/>\nRecognition and greetings of half-acquaint things, as I greet the cloud<br \/>\nOf blue palace aloft there, among misty indefinite dreams that range<br \/>\nAt the back of my life's horizon, where the dreamings of past lives crowd.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: small;\"><br \/>\nOver the nearness of Norwood Hill, through the mellow veil<br \/>\nOf the afternoon glows to me the old romance of David and Dora,<br \/>\nWith the old, sweet, soothing tears, and laughter that shakes the sail<br \/>\nOf the ship of the soul over seas where dreamed dreams lure the unoceaned explorer.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: small;\"><br \/>\nAll the bygone, hushed years<br \/>\nStreaming back where the mist distils<br \/>\nInto forgetfulness: soft-sailing waters where fears<br \/>\nNo longer shake, where the silk sail fills<br \/>\nWith an unfelt breeze that ebbs over the seas, where the storm<br \/>\nOf living has passed, on and on<br \/>\nThrough the coloured iridescence that swims in the warm<br \/>\nWake of the tumult now spent and gone,<br \/>\nDrifts my boat, wistfully lapsing after<br \/>\nThe mists of vanishing tears and the echo of laughter.<\/span><\/p>\n<ul class=\"ssb_list_wrapper\"><li class=\"fb2\" style=\"width:135px\"><iframe src=\"\/\/www.facebook.com\/plugins\/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.robgoll.com%2Fcontent%2Faudio-recordings%2Fdreams-old-d-h-lawrence%2F&amp;layout=button_count&amp;action=like&amp;show_faces=false&amp;share=true&amp;width=135&amp;height=21&amp;appId=307091639398582\" scrolling=\"no\" frameborder=\"0\" style=\"border:none; overflow:hidden;  width:150px; height:21px;\" allowTransparency=\"true\"><\/iframe><\/li><li class=\"twtr\" style=\"width:90px\"><a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/share\" class=\"twitter-share-button\" data-url=\"http:\/\/www.robgoll.com\/content\/audio-recordings\/dreams-old-d-h-lawrence\/\">&nbsp;<\/a><script>!function(d,s,id){var js,fjs=d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0],p=\/^http:\/.test(d.location)?'http':'https';if(!d.getElementById(id)){js=d.createElement(s);js.id=id;js.src=p+':\/\/platform.twitter.com\/widgets.js';fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js,fjs);}}(document, 'script', 'twitter-wjs');<\/script><\/li><li class=\"gplus\" style=\"width:68px\"><div class=\"g-plusone\" data-size=\"medium\" data-href=\"http:\/\/www.robgoll.com\/content\/audio-recordings\/dreams-old-d-h-lawrence\/\"><\/div><\/li><li class=\"ssb_linkedin\" style=\"width:64px\"><script src=\"\/\/platform.linkedin.com\/in.js\" type=\"text\/javascript\">lang: en_US<\/script><script type=\"IN\/Share\" data-url=\"http:\/\/www.robgoll.com\/content\/audio-recordings\/dreams-old-d-h-lawrence\/\" data-counter=\"right\"><\/script><\/li><\/ul>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Poem 55 &#8211; 100 days of poetry I have opened the window to warm my hands on the sill Where the sunlight soaks in the stone: the afternoon Is full of dreams, my love, the boys are all still In a wistful dream of Lorna Doone. 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