Fiat Camena

When I lose you, someday,
how will you sleep without me

Categories: Poetry

Tagged: French, imagery, love poetry, Rainer Maria Rilke, sleep, translation, W. D. Snodgrass

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 Postscript: This one is for all of you who, like me, are unable to sleep some nights, […]

Categories: Poetry

Tagged: Maya Angelou, sleep, unsettling

Physics says: go to sleep. Of course
you’re tired. Every atom in you
has been dancing the shimmy in silver shoes...

Categories: Poetry

Tagged: Albert Goldbarth, anthropomorphization, imagery, sleep, whimsy