“They are not long, the days of wine and roses: Out of a misty dream Our path emerges for awhile, then closes Within a dream.” ― Ernest Dowson, The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson Hello goodbye i love you This comment has been removed by the author. This puts one in mind of Wordsworth's "Intimations of Immortality (etc. The first dream ,we enter this life.The second dream is the hereafter.I like to think it is heaven,and I hope my husband is waiting for me after all these years. Kathy, do you know this poem: " in small proportions we just beauties see, and in short measure life may perfect be." AndipandiI think the poem is inspiring. Both died of excesses, Dowson of alcohol poisoning; Delius of syphilis. The very beauty he found in 'pure' love and in the natural world around him (e.g. After puzzling at the writing for a while, I realised it was mine. It is  my day wine and rose, Awww beautiful Greg and voted and pinned ❤️?❤️, A day of wine and roses...with the sun shining...what could be better? The roses the birds are singing Everyone I know can see how much I adore him, & people who I don't really know have informed me that it 'touched' them to see his clearly apparent love & devotion to me. Pinned for its beauty x, Oh  my pleasure. -------------------Reminds of the above but all of that is encapsulated in the last verse, so succinctly, lyrically and powerfully. It's a long-honoured poetic device - the relative brevity of human existence, and the consequential foolishness of delaying, for propriety's sake, the satisfying of one's desires. Life is short. Human value doesn't lie in loves and hates, orgasms and excruciating pains. She had written it in her diary in 1987 - I smiled to see you are in Wallingford. I don't find it depressing or sad at all. It is that, I think that is, as you say, somehow comforting. )," wherein you find:"Why with such earnest pains dost thou provokeThe years to bring the inevitable yoke,Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife?Full soon thy soul shall have her earthly freight,And custom lie upon thee with a weight,Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life! Regards, A very proud to be Mrs Lisa Ainsworth-Barnes :). We pass the gate. Ben Jonson. I was there as I read x, Hi Greg, Sorry I missed this poem. Your words touch the heart, Anonymous. Those are passing things. The Latin at the start of the poem reads, "The shortness of life prevents us from entertaining far-off hopes" and is a quote from Horace, in the Odes (Odes 1.4.15). Section 107, the material on this site is distributed without profit. Make me 8. Her 'days of wine and roses' should have lasted longer. I am 20 and find the poem reassuring, just recently my world seemed to cave in and while reading "A long days journey into the night" I came across this poem, it eased my frustration and something clicked in my mind. What really slows it down is our memories of when it was gloriously high. When passion is spent. Had to know from where they came. I make such material available in an effort to spread an appreciation of poetry for educational and recreational uses. Will be fine they sing my song The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900. I interpreted the poem to mean that, just like when you are asleep- and you only dream for a short time- you also only have a short time to live, so live life to the fullest because when it is done there is nothing that you can do about it... "Gather ye rosebuds..." Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. She Dwelt among the Untrodden Ways - William Words... [Wild Nights - Wild Nights!] Thanks for your posts. I see this poem in the context of grief, struggling for years now to find my path again, now that the days of wine and roses are but a dream. Thanks for keeping one of my favorite poets 'alive.' I agree with all the comments made. I must has copied it out when I was in my 20s. The romantic dinner for 2 By candlelight by fireplace with rose and wine and violin... THOU HITHER AND THITHER FOR THE RING AND RAN YON I CAME HITHER TO TELL YOU THOU FOUND... Not just another Sunday in the world today A time to remember give thanks and pray Thanks to... Well done Joe common sense has prevailed The Trump era has at last thankfully failed I'm... E: Eternal life to walk through his golden gates and gain your wings. These days, current events seem to be dire all the time, and this poem reminds me of what is truly real, that there is an Eternal-ness within each of us - far outreaching and overcoming what we suffer and mourn in this dimension.

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