<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=389929" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sleep</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I love to go to sleep,<br>When bed takes me like a lover<br>wrapping my limbs in<br>cool linen, soothing<br>the fretfulness<br>of day glaring like<br>the Cyclops' eye<br>in a forehead<br>of furrows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I wake<br>always reluctantly, brushing<br>the dreamcrumbs<br>from my lids,<br>walking sideways underwater<br>like a crab<br>spilling coffee,<br>knocking the mug<br>to the floor<br>where it shatters<br>in a muddy river<br>to my continuo of<br>'Shit, shit, shit!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What if death<br>is only a forgetting<br>to wake in the morning,<br>a dream that goes on<br>into other corridors,<br>other chambers<br>draped with other silks,<br>libraries of unwritten books<br>whose caleidoscopic pages<br>can be read<br>only by the pinneal eye,<br>music that can only be heard<br>by the seventh sense<br>or the eighth or ninth,<br>until we possess<br>an infinity of senses-<br>none of them<br>dependent on flesh?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What if our love of sleep<br>is only a foretaste<br>of the bliss that awaits us<br>when we do not have to wake again?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What frightens us so<br>about falling?<br>To dropp the body and fly<br>should be as natural<br>as drifting into a dream.<br>But we are insomniacs<br>tossing on soaked sheets,<br>hanging on<br>to our intricate pain<br>while God with her sweet<br>Mona Lisa smile<br>sings lullabyes<br>the ears of the living<br>cannot hear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Erica+Jong">Erica Jong</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=389929" data-title="Sleep de Erica Jong" data-description="I love to go to sleep, When bed takes me like a lover wrapping my limbs in cool linen, soothing the fretfulness of day glaring like the Cyclops' eye in a forehead of furrows. But I wake always reluctantly, brushing the dreamcrumbs from my lids, w..."></div> </div> </div>

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