dreaming

The boys are dreaming wicked orofthebucking ranches of the night and the jolly-rogered sea.

—Thomas, Dylan Marlais

On a poet's lips I slept Dreaming like a love-adept In the sound his breathing kept.

—Shelley, Percy Bysshe

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, Just like the ones I used to know, Where the tree-tops glisten And children listen To hear sleigh bells in the snow.

—Berlin, Irving originally Israel Baline

And that sweet City with her dreaming spires, She needs not June for beauty's heightening.

—Arnold, Matthew

Some advice: do not paint too much after nature. Art is an abstraction; derive this abstraction from nature while dreaming before it, and think more ofthe creationwhich will result than of nature.

—Gauguin, Paul