Proud Blooming


Small Door of a Dream“, Jacob Glatstein

Those trees whose names I never learned
Identify themselves at the window
With their proud blooming.
The night shadows itself
On a small joyous lamp.
A silvered butterfly dances
Into our flickering life
Through light of a dream’s
Last moment.



      1. Ah! I thought you had written it! I clicked on the link below, only after reading this! I see. I think you can definitely write such great poems, may be you haven’t tried yet!

      1. Oh no 🙂 I don’t write that well. All poems written by me have my name mentioned in title only. For quoting someone’s work I mostly mention it within the post with the link. But such misunderstanding happen a lot 🙂

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