To die, to sleep
To sleep perchance to dream,
Aye there’s the rub,
For in that sleep of death
What dreams may come?
-Shakespeare
They say
“None but the dead sleep”
But I am tired, and my eyes are closing
Please God, not me, not here, not now.
-Beth Ciha
If hopes were dupes, then fears may be liars
It may be in yon smoke concealed
that your comrades chase e’en now the flyers
And, but for you, possess the field
…
And not by eastern windows only,
When the daylight comes, comes in the light
In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly
But westward look, the land is bright
-Clough
My candle burns at both ends, it will not last the night
But ah my foes and oh my friends it gives a lovely light
-Edna St Vincent Millay
That ones definitely pushing the theme.
I want to be exposed to more quality poetry. And maybe do some work in composition thereof myself. Hmmm….
*sits on your head and sings about poetry*
poetry RULES! try vladimir holan or ee cummings (my personal fave!)
AhaH!
Vladimir holan….that’s the name of the poet you wanted for xmas. I knew it had a ‘V’ in the name. 🙂 Maybe next xmas.
As far as traditional poetry goes, I am all about the Transcendentalists and W.B. Yeats. More modern stuff, Dylan Thomas. Out of the Sighs is wonderful!