There are some nights when
sleep plays coy,
aloof and disdainful.
And all the wiles
that I employ to win
its service to my side
are useless as wounded pride,
and much more painful.

– Maya Angelou


This one is for all of you who, like me, are unable to sleep some nights, or wake up and can’t fall asleep.
We’ve run another poem by her on this site, Caged Bird.
You can read more about Maya Angelou here and here.

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  1. Wonderful site, great poems, loved this one..:)

    Posted July 30, 2012 at 14:37 | Permalink | Reply

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