FROM 'LIFE IS A DREAM'

by: Pedro Calderón de la Barca (1600-1681)

      E live, while we see the sun,
      Where life and dreams are as one;
      And living has taught me this,
      Man dreams the life that is his,
      Until his living is done.
      The king dreams he is king, and he lives
      In the deceit of a king,
      Commanding and governing;
      And all the praise he receives
      Is written in wind, and leaves
      A little dust on the way
      When death ends all with a breath.
      Where then is the gain of the throne,
      That shall perish and not be known
      In the other dream that is death?
      Dreams the rich man of riches and fears,
      The fears that his riches breed;
      The poor man dreams of his need,
      And all his sorrows and tears;
      Dreams he that prospers with years,
      Dreams he that feigns and foregoes,
      Dreams he that rails on his foes;
      And in all the world, I see,
      Man dreams whatever he be,
      And his own dream no man knows.
      And I too dream and behold,
      I dream I am bound with chains,
      And I dreamed that these present pains
      Were fortunate ways of old.
      What is life? a tale that is told;
      What is life? a frenzy extreme,
      A shadow of things that seem;
      And the greatest good is but small,
      That all life is a dream to all,
      And that dreams themselves are a dream.

This English translation by Arthur Symons of Calderón's "From 'Life is a Dream'" is reprinted from Hispanic Anthology: Poems Translated from the Spanish by English and North American Poets. Ed. Thomas Walsh. New York: G.P. Putnam's Sons, 1920.

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