a poetry anthology
Sleep is a universal- it connects us all, and none of us can exist without it. For that reason, sleep appears frequently in poetry, in many forms. It can be an avenue to talk about the unexplainable through dreams or nightmares, a way to talk about the absurdity of reality through waking, or representative of innocence through vulnerability. There is poetry from many eras and many countries in this anthology, all brought together by one common theme. I have divided these poems into several categories based on the aspect of sleep that they enjoy, and each offers a unique perspective on what sleep means. These poems demonstrate that although sleep is universal, every person experiences it differently and finds a different meaning in it. They also speak to the idea that sleep is a cycle: we fall asleep and dream, then we wake up only to fall asleep again the next night.
by Walt Whitman
I wander all night in my vision. / Stepping with light feet, swiftly and noiselessly stepping and stopping, / Bending with open eyes over the shut eyes of sleepers,
Watch my Love in sleep: / Is she not beautiful / As a young flower at night / Weary and glad with dew?
Under the eyes of the stars and the moon's rictus / He suffers his desert pillow, sleeplessness / Stretching its fine, irritating sand in all directions.
Who likeneth the youth / of life to morning? / ’Tis like the night in truth, / Rose-coloured dreams adorning.
I love the way that sleepwalkers are willing / to step out of their bodies into the night, / to raise their arms and welcome the darkness
Worried and fed up I wander to the window / with its strict bang of blind. My eyes fidget and scratch. / And then I see myself: I am this dream's dog. I want out.
Light pried open my eyes for vision to / unravel the layered dream bundle tossed / my way last night.
i woke up dreaming / that i went to sleep / that i died at twenty-one
by Walt Whitman
I too pass from the night, / I stay a while away O night, but I return to you again and love you.