{"id":4384,"date":"2015-07-17T18:44:07","date_gmt":"2015-07-17T18:44:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/?p=4384"},"modified":"2019-02-11T07:57:50","modified_gmt":"2019-02-11T07:57:50","slug":"in-dreams-a-poem-by-sullivan-the-poet","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/in-dreams-a-poem-by-sullivan-the-poet\/","title":{"rendered":"In Dreams… A Poem by Sullivan the Poet"},"content":{"rendered":"

 
\nOh! Soft corruption, sweet decay,
\nto cloying soil my bones forsake;
\nBid time slow eat my flesh away,
\nits\u201f juices flown, cold stone to slake;
\nWhen form and figure all are gone…
\nMy heart, set free, in dreams goes on.
\n 
\nSpare me your grief, your laden tears,
\nnot for my soul your gods entreat;
\nNor stoop backed burden of more years,
\nleft still to run on crippled feet;
\nAs must soil heaps my head upon…
\nMy heart, set free, in dreams goes on.
\n 
\nCall loud my sins, misdeeds proclaim,
\npaint black each trespass on my soul;
\nEach evil done attach my name,
\npile high each spot like ebon coal;
\nCold, cleansing, flows my Rubicon…
\nMy heart, set free, in dreams goes on.
\n 
\nTaint not my corpse with men of God,
\nlet not stale absolution drip;
\nOr pious words corrupt the sod,
\nfrom bloodless, sanctimonious lip;
\nMen\u201fs prayers, like echoes, soon are gone…
\nMy heart, set free, in dreams goes on.
\n 
\nNo maudlin hymn above me raise,
\nchain not that anchor to my shade;
\nDare not in my name deaf gods praise,
\nI worship not what man has made;
\nWhen last my bones death\u201fs shroud must don…
\nMy heart, set free, in dreams goes on.
\n 
\nSpeak not o’er me of journey’s end,
\nnor rest, nor peace, nor setting sun;
\nNor soft, to paradise pretend,
\nbut loud of travels just begun;
\nTill wraiths we each embrace anon…
\nMy heart, set free, in dreams goes on.
\n 
\nGarb not my tomb with polished stone,
\npale markers non my grave adorn;
\nAs free man, naked, and alone,
\npermit me part as I was born;
\nFor in each life it touched upon…
\nMy heart, set free, in dreams goes on\u2026<\/strong>
\n 
\n 
\n\u00a9 Sullivan the Poet 2008
\n 
\n 
\nIn Dreams…’is an excerpt from:
\nIn A Mirror Darkly..
\n 
\nPublished by Sullivan Publishing
\nISBN 978-0-9568876-3-4
\nCopyright: \u00a9 Sullivan the Poet
\nPrinted in the USA by Lulu.com<\/strong>
\n 
\n 
\n\"The<\/a><\/p>\n

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BIO:Sullivan The Poet
\n 
\nBorn a British subject of an English mother and Irish catholic father in the late January of 53; Sullivan spent his early years with his family in the Far East. Returning with his parents to England in the late fifties where he was subsequently educated.
\n 
\nThereafter pursuing what could perhaps be best described as a broadly colourful career; with callings as diverse as gun dealer and consultant, freelance journalist, magazine editor, commercial photographer, publican, fleet limousine operator, lecturer and an unpaid ‘Special Needs’ tutor: To name but a few – even a brief spell under the flag enjoying the Queen’s shilling!
\n 
\nThroughout which the only truly common thread has been his writing, an enduring passion never completely abandoned; fuelled by his lifelong fascination with not only the beauty of the English language and its literature in general, but the richness and diversity of its poetry in particular. A fascination well illustrated in the almost perverse multiplicity of styles and subject matter contained within this slim volume and others…
\n 
\nWidely published in mediums as eclectic as his work, from poetry anthologies to text books; wall hangings and mixed media fine art works: Sullivan is seemingly content to share, with anyone and everyone, and in whatever poetic medium takes his fancy; his works, his philosophies, his passions\u2026
\n 
\nDave \u2018Hoppy\u2019 Bennett
\n 
\n http:\/\/www.sullivanthepoet.co.uk
\n 
\n 
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