I am always trying
Trying to catch some sleep
If I ever grab her
It is what I’d keep
Then I wouldn’t let go
Of her for a spell
Ten to twelve odd hours
She’d make me feel so well
But she’s on the run
…
She is always running
Running away from me
The more I try to catch her
She farther seems to be
Don’t know why she’s like this
She must really love this game
Hiding in night’s darkness
Escaping all the blame
She is on the run
…
Well I know she knows me
And how much I love her
Work and cash — I’m grudging
To place it all above her
As soon as I attain her
She fears I won’t yearn
For her and her company
So she’s on the run
She is on the run
Sleep is deaths brother- John steinbeck
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SOMNUS
By what crime or fault of mine have I deserved
To be the only soul without the benefit
Afforded others by this placid baby God?
Settled are the livestock, and the wild as well,
Birds also, for each drooping treetop testifies
To a breezeless slumber; even waterfalls
Recede into the distance as the hackles on
The waves are stroked to smoothness and the sea itself
Lies dormant in the snug of coastal cleavages.
This is the seventh time the moon has swung around
To gaze into my unrelieved returning stare:
As often have the stars of dusk and dawn been back
To peep at me, and, as I toss, Tithonia,
Who drives the twinkling flock before her, sprinkles me
With dewdrops from her whip. So hard to bear!
And how much longer must I? If I had the thousand
Eyes of Juno’s watchman I would get at least
More sleep than this – there always was a part of him
Which took a nap. But goodness, now, if anywhere
Some person trammelled in his girl’s responding arms
The long night through would drive you off deliberately,
Come here to me, dear Somnus. Not that I insist
That these poor orbs receive a thorough powdering
Of soporific dust dispensed by fluttering –
Happier mortals may demand such luxury!
Simply brush me with your long antenna’s tip,
Or tiptoe lightly over me with your hovering step.
Statius (c 45-96 AD) – version by A.H. – from Statius: Silvae, Anvil, 2007
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Sorry, that wasn’t very nice even in bold capital letters and exclamation points and not swear words. I’m upset right now. Because I really liked Daniel. Leave me alone.
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Alright, so maybe I’m missing something, but there seems to be something off-putting about this poem. Maybe it’s that some of the beats don’t quite line up but come close to. Anyways, it’s still a very nice piece 🙂
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Oh sleep, how I miss thee. I like this poem.
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Thanks.
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That was really beautifully written 👍💕
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Thank you.
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Beautiful.
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Insomnia her cousin is such an eye opener.
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I can relate
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