Last night I dreamt
This most strange dream,
And everywhere I saw
What did not seem could ever be;
You were not there with me!
Awake,
I turned
And touched you
Asleep,
Face to the wall.
I said,
How dreams
Can lie!
But you were not there at all!
Dream by Langston Hughes (1902 – 1967) American poet, novelist, playwright, short story writer, and columnist. Hughes is known for his work during the Harlem Renaissance.
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