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
This was once a love poem,
before its haunches thickened, its breath grew short
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: ageing, anthropomorphization, Jane Hirshfield, loneliness, love poetry, poems about poetry, poignant, unsettling
No touch or taste or smell, nothing to think with,
Nothing to love or link with,
The anasthetic from which none come round.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: aubade, death, Philip Larkin, rhyme, rhythm, unsettling