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Night Feeding

Rating: 3.2

Deeper than sleep but not so deep as death
I lay there dreaming and my magic head
remembered and forgot. On first cry I
remembered and forgot and did believe.
I knew love and I knew evil:
woke to the burning song and the tree burning blind,
despair of our days and the calm milk-giver who
knows sleep, knows growth, the sex of fire and grass,
renewal of all waters and the time of the stars
and the black snake with gold bones.

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M Asim Nehal 09 July 2016

Great imagery and nice metaphors used., the perfect scene of night created in poetic form.

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Edward Kofi Louis 09 July 2016

Dreams are needed in life; able to learn from them. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Jonaid Ahmed 09 July 2016

Really good work poet.I can feel myself. Hope for your success...

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M Asim Nehal 09 July 2016

I agree......

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