Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LULLABY, by REMO BUFANO First Line: Now that night has turned to jet Last Line: That eternally will pass. Subject(s): Night; Sleep; Bedtime | ||||||||
Now that night has turned to jet, and the silent fleeting hours cover you with starry flowers, lay your head upon the pillow without waiting for regret. Listen to the singing willow knocking at your little ears, come to charm away the fears; Lure them out to China's sea, Leave them there to rock and billow. Whisper your calamity to the kitten at your feet; pull your head under the sheet, where the dragon hid the moon, and wait breathlessly for me. If you wish me to come soon, leave a penitent caress in the swishing of your dress; if you wish another wish serve it with a golden spoon. Mount on the enchanted fish; come, explore the sea of heaven; it is greater than all seven, and a glory without measure; it is God's surprising dish. Night is spilling all her treasure in the basin of your head, and your tidy little bed, under petals of her sleep, is a universe of pleasure. Then your slumber will be deep, and your hands will touch the water, that Eve's daughter and her daughter spilled to fecundate the grass for the countless little sheep, that eternally will pass. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BREATH OF NIGHT by RANDALL JARRELL HOODED NIGHT by ROBINSON JEFFERS NIGHT WITHOUT SLEEP by ROBINSON JEFFERS WORKING OUTSIDE AT NIGHT by DENIS JOHNSON POEM TO TAKE BACK THE NIGHT by JUNE JORDAN COOL DARK ODE by DONALD JUSTICE POEM TO BE READ AT 3 A.M by DONALD JUSTICE ROUND ABOUT MIDNIGHT by BOB KAUFMAN |
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