Frabbejais

Only you can hear and see, behind the eyes of the sleepers, the movements and countries and mazes and colours and dismays and rainbows and tunes and wished and flight and fall and despairs and big seas of their dreams.
From where you are, you can hear their dreams...

Dylan Thomas - Under Milkwood

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Intolerant beauty never will be learning.
Clocks cry: stillness is a lie, my dear.

(from Sylvia Plath, To Eva Descending the Stairs)

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I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think: was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle!

(from Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland)

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Over and over the old, granular movie
Exposes embarrassments: the mizzling days
Of childhood and adolescence, sticky with dreams,
Parental faces on tall stalks, alternately stern and tearful,
A garden of buggy rose that made him cry.
His forehead is bumpy as a sack of rocks.
Memories jostle each other for face-room like obsolete film stars.
(Sylvia Plath)

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