A Sleeping Song

Bag of memory
and desire, I lay you down
at my feet and sleep.

Let the dreams disturb
my sleep. I reach down and touch
you: you haven’t moved.

There is a moment
before dawn when I have no
desire or memory;

I’m released beyond
myself, a window open
to a nameless love.

Author: Tom D'Evelyn

Tom D'Evelyn is a private editor and writing tutor in Cranston RI and, thanks to the web, across the US and in the UK. He can be reached at tom.develyn@comcast.net. D'Evelyn has a PhD in Comparative Literature from UC Berkeley. Before retiring he held positions at The Christian Science Monitor, Harvard University Press, Boston University and Brown University. He ran a literary agency for ten years, publishing books by Leonard Nathan and Arthur Quinn, among others. Before moving to Portland OR he was managing editor at Single Island Press, Portsmouth NH. He blogs at http://tdevelyn.com and other sites.

2 thoughts on “A Sleeping Song”

  1. Extraordinary image, Tom, and most effective. You play with our consciousness of time here and find an escape. I find myself wondering about the various moments in life when we escape like that. Perhaps children manage it frequently, in play. Maybe the adult does in sports, in the arts, or in conversation (I’m not sure that’s so true) as well as, as you show, at a certain moment before the dawn.

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    1. Thanks, John. That image came to me before turning in, as we say here, and then next day when I got to my writing place and needed a germ of an idea. It responded well to the regime of plain language and basic syntax.

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