I like to work myself up into a poetry lather of a morning
and wonder if I could always be on the beat.
I've lost the fear it mightn't come back,
as it seems to only recede.
Perhaps there is that need.
The body doesn't need as much sleep as does the mind,
which sleeps a large part of the day
and doesn't need so much at night...
four hours or five is enough.
I've no need for particular fright.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i liked especially: the mind, which sleeps a large part of the day............ i read recently that some brain cells shrink during sleep, allowing larger spaces for cerebral-spinal fluid to carry away waste products. cool, huh? but, i didn't get this: I've no need for particular fright. hmm? thanks for sharing. :)