For this blog I read "A Dream Within a Dream" by Edgar Allen Poe. This poem is about a person at the beach realizing that all can be unreal. That maybe the things you have in your hands will perish and be lost forever. The lines that make me say this are:
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
You can see that the person in this poem has realized that life is short and that even if you do the best you can, somethings cannot be changed or saved. So this person realizes that everything is like a "dream within a dream", it's all so wonderful but can be gone in a flash.
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