Treasure Island

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

(1772-1834 / Devon / England)

Time, Real And Imaginary


On the wide level of a mountain's head,
(I knew not where, but 'twas some faery place)
Their pinions, ostrich-like, for sails out-spread,
Two lovely children run an endless race,
A sister and a brother !
This far outstripp'd the other ;
Yet ever runs she with reverted face,
And looks and listens for the boy behind :
[Image] For he, alas ! is blind !
O'er rough and smooth with even step he passed,
And knows not whether he be first or last.

Submitted: Monday, May 14, 2001
Edited: Monday, May 14, 2001

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read poems about / on: sister, brother, children, time, running, child

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Time, Real And Imaginary by Samuel Taylor Coleridge )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. A Dream Within A Dream
    Edgar Allan Poe

New Poems

  1. Sleeping Summers Beauty, Doug Jones
  2. If William Carlos Williams Had Been Born.., W.B. Keckler
  3. When will heavens love ever decline us?, Mark Heathcote
  4. Winning Bee, Jayatissa Liyanage
  5. Is it Halloween tonight, Mark Heathcote
  6. Buzzing Bee, Jayatissa Liyanage
  7. Question Reality, Monk E. Biz
  8. The Caged, Poet Akinwemimo Idris
  9. Good Are All Nights, Poet Akinwemimo Idris
  10. DEADLY EB OLA VIRUS, Chinweokwu Sunlight M. Ndubu ..

Poem of the Day

poet Alfred Lord Tennyson

It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]