To Sleep A Little More Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

To Sleep A Little More



To sleep
To sleep a little more
Wished I.

The summer heat
Had crumpled me
And thoughts
My brain
My beating brain
Had plied.

There
Will I
One day to sleep
In to the lap, the
Very lap of night
While
Ghosts and shrouds
Brush by
Lamenting all aloud!
Great Spirits! Even
The hardest stones at this
Will speak and stir!

Wednesday, November 5, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: sleep
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Daniel Brick 05 November 2014

There is an Orphic element in the closing lines with the animated stones, But the speaker is not an Orpheus, he is a witness. It would appear he was rudely yanked out of sleep with its comforting unconsciousness and now he is fully awake to the world.SLEEPING IN THE VERY LAP OF NIGHT is the ideal state. No troubles intrude, even the ghost go howling by without disturbing the sleeper.But in this poem he is awake and witnessing the world as it unfolds.

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