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A Sleepless Night

Rating: 2.9

April, and the last of the plum blossoms
scatters on the black grass
before dawn. The sycamore, the lime,
the struck pine inhale
the first pale hints of sky.
An iron day,
I think, yet it will come
dazzling, the light
rise from the belly of leaves and pour
burning from the cups

of poppies.
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Subhas Chandra Chakra 10 September 2017

My hand dances in the memory of a million vanished stars. Beautiful poem.10

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Mohit Katyal 12 July 2017

liked the title..and poem was also pretty good

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Smoky Hoss 16 February 2015

A Sleepless Night seems as a metaphor for the long night of winter, itself a metaphor for the darkness of life; spring has finally come, it's good to be alive, and because man is alive he can lay his head anywhere, but of course this freedom of living came at a price: a million vanished stars, now only a memory.

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Portia Burton 20 October 2013

wonderful poem! -Portia

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Robbert Veen 26 June 2010

I agree with G. Murdock. Yet, there is something quite intriguing about the last line. It does bring to mind the NT quote: The Son of Man has no place to rest his head. Does that change the meaning?

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G. Murdock 06 December 2005

good overall, not in a particular way...not a line which is exceptional. More like a fine car is made of many ordinary parts.

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