Shakespear may have had an alarm clock too....
I awake each day unknowing how it turns its wendingwise.
A moments dose and I regain my day directly in my gaze.
The pillow softness calls to yonder dreams and essences of rest.
I am unborn of day and wretch to presuppose the next.
Unhumbled bliss bedridden as near morn,
My body calls to me to lie unbent upon this couch'ed clime.
Bereft to speak on nudge or cuff,
I wrap an ever tightened coverlet so warm.
Oh blissful sleep, oh restful pose,
I am unbounded by thy raptured love.
Come forth to me my greater thief and
Never so unbind this friended way!
AAAAAAAANHN! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHN!
yeah!yeah! awright! Iago, I am unbound.......alas.
por yorick! I knew him well!
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As I crawl out of bed this morning for the Fast and read this, I think "wow, yeah . . . this is the best poem - ever!"
Posted by: Mara | March 7, 2006 12:14 AM
poor Yorick... that takes me back. I claim that the only book I couldn't finish was war of the worlds. I guess I'll have to finish the life and opinons of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman if I am to contune that claim.
Posted by: bean | March 7, 2006 7:06 PM
When Kristen and I started the fast, all was well. But now we're going back to bed for an hour or two just like everyone else. I have found that I tend to have bad dreams when I do this, though.
Posted by: Mendon | March 8, 2006 12:13 PM
Alas, poor Kiroy, I knew him backwards.
Posted by: Nathan Dornbrook | March 13, 2006 5:41 AM