Psychologically ultimate seashore
angry as a noon toothache
raw and alone
the sea books a ticket
to my sleep
Poemas sobre el tema: sleep
Poemas sobre el tema «sleep» en Poets.by.
Sleepless
I hear music in the night
lying without sheets
my stomach sick
False prophet
I see clear and far;
my trouble made
a good sermon.
I lease a shoulder to my wife
and a dull sleep to my lute.
Queen-sized
Ribs under other people’s hands,
we could not dress ourselves,
queen that we were.
The king? With him
we could hardly get any
sleep, he being a bad bed.
Gambler’s wife
her nose in sleep
is young again
late-night cards
Talk therapy
My mouth is
a theater, the first
play I never saw,
the first I was
weary of—so dead
that I could
not sleep.
Lycanthrope
A bed in
my mind,
a hat on the house:
I fear a good sleep.
It goes to take
possession and
to sup.
Prescription
For love and quiet
we took a mouthful of age,
a single night
and the noise of rain.
And between waking
and sleeping, never had
so much content.
Falconer
I put on my gray
riding garb to go up
the garden stairs
and made a hand
with five guns
for the king’s falcon,
who fell asleep
in my head.
Insomniac’s to-do list
Wake in the night to drink chocolate.
Settle next door.
Read and be happy.
Order a fat lie and write about it.
Hear the noise of other works.
Wish myself not to see the bed.
Crow Mind
All night, no sleep:
a race between man and crow.
Crow beat me
and went home to play.
How busy a dance
I find it to be!
A great stranger is my mind.
I am loath to settle in it.
Insomniac
One in the morning. How to sleep?
Ash came pouring into my mouth.
I sleep on my table after dinner
and at night walk up and down in bed.