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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SLEEP, by ISAAC ROSENBERG Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Godhead's lip hangs Last Line: And shut your sinister essences Subject(s): Sleep | |||
Godhead's lip hangs When our pulses have no golden tremors, And his whips are flicked by mice And all star-amorous things. Drops, drops of shivering quiet Filter under my lids. Now only am I powerful. What though the cunning gods outwit us here In daytime and in playtime, Surely they feel the gyves we lay on them In our sleep. O, subtle gods lying hidden! O, gods with your oblique eyes! Your elbows in the dawn, and wrists Bright with the afternoon, Do you not shake when a mortal slides Into your own unvexed peace? When a moving stillness breaks over your knees (An emanation of piled aeons' pressures), From our bodies flat and straight, And your limbs are locked, Futilely gods', And shut your sinister essences | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOU'S SWEET TO YO' MAMMY JES DE SAME by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 3 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 22 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 34 by JAMES JOYCE GOING TO SLEEP by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN |
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