When the streets stagger <br />In drunken defeat; <br />When all the romantic singers <br />Howl beneath lonesome bridges; <br />When my friends have disappeared <br />To distant cities or unkempt graves; <br />When the innocence of children <br />Or child-like hearts <br />Have been violated by parents or priests, <br />I have dreams of Hemingway <br />And the dawn of oblivion.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreams-of-hemingway/
