“Sleep.” Bravig Imbs

I

slowly the ponderous doors of lead imponderous

pushed by a wedging force unthinking opened

how like a cloud I floated down the dim green air

unthinking of the soft violence of odorous winds

the falling plaint of hidden violins

and eyes

following

II

doors unto doors unfolded downward

and I was like unto a sailing ship

stern downward sailing on a dim green sea

unmindful of the rich push of flowery winds

the melting voices of far seraphims

and arms

following

III

slowly the ponderous doors of lead imponderous

lowered above my head in absolute slow closing

quiet as a shadow on a dim green wall

I rested in my dark and ivory vault

the violins were no more nor eyes nor arms

hours on hours

following

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One thought on ““Sleep.” Bravig Imbs

  1. Reblogged this on amedicaleducation and commented:

    There is a vast literature on dreams and dreaming. Yet the literature of sleep is much smaller. Sleep is a human universal, perhaps the only human universal. Yet the direct experience of sleep is not one we have access to – so the literature is full of twilight states, hypnapompism, hypnagogism. This poem, especially the last stanza, captures something of sleep itself (yet even then, as an absence (“the violins were no more nor eyes nor arms)

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