Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Sonnet No. 3
I wrote this in reply to Jen's sleep poem, and as a tribute to the insomnia that I, and so many other students, have been experiencing lately! 'Tis a monster! My second sonnet is for John Keats, and soon will be posted in my blog "That We Were Butterflies." This is part of the "Century of Sonnets" project.
Sonnet to Sleep
Oh, sweet eleison night, you promise sleep
with silver moon orb'd bright within her sphere;
and dreams that come to sleepers slumb'ring deep
- so lost within their realm away from fear.
The Muse of Dreaming enters through the eyes
so gently closing lids and hiding light:
her voice, in whispered song, will hypnotize
and bring her happy sleepers sweet delight.
The darkling night is fleeting and does fly
into the rosy hue of morning's spell;
the night is delicate and swiftly dies
and morning creeps in rooms where dreamers dwell.
Oh, gentle Muse that charms the world to yawn
why won't you come to me before the dawn?!