<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=572441" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sleep Is Singing In My Ears</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sleep is singing in my ears; <br> Hunched at my rear -<br> Mozart's million medleys <br> Are growing unclear; <br>My consciousness - a lighted cigar, <br> Steadily disappears.<br>My eyelids are weighted: pinstripe gaps; <br>They have waited for too long, then they flap: <br> It is the rock-sack weight<br> That gives sleep a bad name, <br> Not the pour of bedtime kisses; <br>Not the poor of ragged britches.<br>Sleep is Ruth and sleep is ruthless, <br> Shadowing the ant<br>That charmed, it might see starvation.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">2<br>Sleep is ringing in my ears -<br> Hushed, blank, deadening verses; <br> Masses of chained lullabies<br> Drown my affairs.<br>My entire being silver-blind <br> And golden-deaf.<br>Sleep catches me sitting or lying -<br>(Who hears the phantom's foot is lying!) <br>It is the eternal touch<br> That gives sleep a bad name, <br> Not the stupor given to reverse; <br> Not the cadaver of an unfinished verse. <br>Sleep must observe the needle <br> On the record; <br>Touch me one spot at a time, <br>Then depart when I am sung.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">3<br>Sleep is a needle on a spinning disc. <br> I am departed if sleep halts. <br>I am sung when sleep departs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ahmed+Maiwada">Ahmed Maiwada</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=572441" data-title="Sleep Is Singing In My Ears de Ahmed Maiwada" data-description="Sleep is singing in my ears; Hunched at my rear - Mozart's million medleys Are growing unclear; My consciousness - a lighted cigar, Steadily disappears. My eyelids are weighted: pinstripe gaps; They have waited for too long, then they fl..."></div> </div> </div>

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