Bunched upside down, they sleep in air. Their sharp ears, their sharp teeth, their quick sharp faces... Are dull and slow and mild. All the bright day, as the mother sleeps, She folds her wings about her sleeping child.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Slow, slow, as a fish she came, Slow as a fish coming forward,... Swaying in a long wave; Her skirts not touching a leaf, Her white arms reaching towards me.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know. What falls away is always. And is near.... I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I learn by going where I have to go.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
And the child not caring to whom he climbs his prayer Shall drown in a grief as deep as his made grave,... And mark the dark eyed wave, through the eyes of sleep, Dragging him up the stairs to one who lies dead.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Rocked in the cradle of the deep I lay me down in peace to sleep;... Secure I rest upon the wave, For Thou, O Lord! hast power to save.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Infants need the most sleep, and, what is more, get it. Stunning them with a soft, padded hammer is the best way to insure their g...etting it at the right times.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There is between sleep and us something like a pact, a treaty with no secret clauses, and according to this convention it is agree...d that, far from being a dangerous, bewitching force, sleep will become domesticated and serve as an instrument of our power to act. We surrender to sleep, but in the way that the master entrusts himself to the slave who serves him.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »