A Pillow Strewed with Thorns - Poetry of Sleepless Nights Written by Famed Authors

Various

Description

Sleeplessness has long been a blessing and a curse for many a writer. Detrimental to health and concentration yet frequently a fantastic source of creativity, sleeplessness has been both topic and motivation for innumerable written works. This fantastic collection brings together a variety of poems connected to sleeplessness written by some of the most influential poets to have ever existed, including Shakespeare, Wordsworth, Dickinson and others. Highly recommended for poetry lovers and night owls alike. The poems include: “Bells in the Rain, by Elinor Wylie”, “Insomnia, by Dante Gabriel Rossetti”, “The Sleepers, by Walt Whitman”, “Hours Continuing Long, by Walt Whitman”, “To Sleep, by William Wordsworth”, “Astrophil And Stella 39, Come Sleep! O Sleep, The Certain Knot of Peace, by Sir Philip Sidney”, “Sonnet 27, by William Shakespeare”, “The First Part, Sonnet 9, by William Drummond”, etc. As part of our poetry imprint, "Ragged Hand", Read & Co. is proudly publishing this brand new collection of classic poetry for the enjoyment of a new generation of readers.

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• Creative writing

Informations

• Publié par: Read Books Ltd.
• Date de parution: 26 mai 2020
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781528790451
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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A PILLOW STREWED WITH THORNS
POETRY OF SLEEPLESS NIGHTS WRITTEN BY FAMED AUTHORS
By
VARIOUS



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“a pillow strewed with thorns”
— Jane Austen N orthanger Abbey, 1817


Contents
BELLS IN THE RAIN
By Elinor Wylie
SUNSET ON THE SPIRE
By Elinor Wylie
INSOMNIA
By Dante Gabr iel Rossetti
THE SLEEPERS
By Walt Whitman
HOURS CON TINUING LONG
By Walt Whitman
TO SLEEP
By Willia m Wordsworth
ASTROPHIL A ND STELLA 39
COME SLEEP! O SLEEP, THE CERTAIN K NOT OF PEACE
By Sir P hilip Sidney
SONNET 27
By William Shakespeare
TH E FIRST PART
SONNET 9
By Will iam Drummond
THE LOVER TO HIS BED, WITH DESCRIBING OF HIS U NQUIET STATE
By Sir Thomas Wyatt
OF CONSCIOUSNESS, HE R AWFUL MATE
By Emil y Dickinson
IT WAS GIVEN TO ME BY THE GODS
By Emi ly Dickinson
WATER MAK ES MANY BEDS
By Emi ly Dickinson
A SPIDER SE WED AT NIGHT
By Emi ly Dickinson
SLEEP IS SU PPOSED TO BE
By Emi ly Dickinson
SLEEP BRINGS NO JOY TO ME
By E mily Brontë
STARS
By E mily Brontë
IN MEMORIAM
AN EXCERPT
By Alfred L ord Tennyson
INSOMNIA
By John B. Tabb
SLEEP
By John B. Tabb
SL UMBER - SONG
By John B. Tabb
DAWN
By John B. Tabb
THE TRI UMPH OF LIFE
By Percy By sshe Shelley
HUMANITAD
AN EXCERPT
By Oscar Wilde




“During last night’s insomnia, as these thoughts came and went between my aching temples, I realised once again, what I had almost forgotten in this recent period of relative calm, that I tread a terribly tenuous, indeed almost non-existent soil spread over a pit full of shadows, whence the powers of darkness emerge at will to destroy my life…”
— Franz Kafka


“Every man’s insomnia is as different from his neighbor’s as are their daytime hopes and aspirations.”
— F. Scot t Fitzgerald


“But his dread was the nights when he could not sleep. Then it was awful indeed, when annihilation pressed in on him on every side. Then it was ghastly, to exist without having any life: lifeless, in the night, to exist.”
— D. H. Lawrence


A PILLOW STREWED WITH THORNS
POETRY ON SLEEPLESSNESS


BELLS IN THE RAIN
By Elinor Wylie
Sleep falls, with limpid drops of rain,
Upon the steep cliffs of the town.
Sleep falls; men are at peace again
Awhile the small drops fall softly down.

The bright drops ring like bells of glass
Thinned by the wind, and lightly blown;
Sleep cannot fall on peaceful grass
So softly as it falls on stone.

Peace falls unheeded on the dead
Asleep; they have had deep peace to drink;
Upon a live man's bloody head
It falls most tenderly, I think.
First p ublished in Nets to Catch th e Wind, 1921


SUNSET ON THE SPIRE
By Elinor Wylie
All that I dream
By day or night
Lives in that stream
Of lovely light.