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All You Who Sleep Tonight - Poem by Vikram Seth

All you who sleep tonight
Far from the ones you love,
No hand to left or right
And emptiness above -

Know that you aren't alone
The whole world shares your tears,
Some for two nights or one,
And some for all their years.

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  • Dr Tony Brahmin 1/27/2020 2:12:00 PM

    Know that you aren't alone
    The whole world shares your tears,
    Some for two nights or one,
    And some for all their years. very fine poem. tony
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  • Adeeb Alfateh 9/22/2019 6:02:00 AM

    Know that you aren't alone
    The whole world shares your tears,
    Some for two nights or one,
    And some for all their years.




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  • Mary Shew 6/6/2019 8:13:00 PM

    Universally relevant - excellent! Reply

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  • Bidisha Sharaf 5/10/2019 2:18:00 AM

    a short poem that deals with greatness. Reply

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  • Mohabeer Beeharry 9/17/2018 7:05:00 AM

    Although it is short there is a great deal of understanding to do here. It reminds me strongly of those caught in the Hurricanes. They need this prayer.
    Mohabeer Beeharry
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  • Sunita Chandla 7/15/2018 4:55:00 PM

    Whoa Very true Reply

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  • Harry 6/7/2018 9:19:00 AM

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Sleep Poems
  1. 1. All You Who Sleep Tonight
    Vikram Seth
  2. 2. City That Does Not Sleep
    Federico García Lorca
  3. 3. Variation On The Word Sleep
    Margaret Atwood
  4. 4. Before Sleep
    Ezra Pound
  5. 5. A Long, Long Sleep, A Famous Sleep
    Emily Dickinson
  6. 6. Sleep
    Charles Bukowski
  7. 7. Has My Heart Gone To Sleep?
    Antonio Machado
  8. 8. In Midnight Sleep
    Walt Whitman
  9. 9. Sleep
    Kenneth Slessor
  10. 10. I Fellowed Sleep
    Dylan Thomas
  11. 11. I Am Going To Sleep
    Alfonsina Storni
  12. 12. Lie Still, Sleep Becalmed
    Dylan Thomas
  13. 13. How Sleep The Brave
    Walter de la Mare
  14. 14. To Sleep
    John Keats
  15. 15. To Say Before Going To Sleep
    Rainer Maria Rilke
  16. 16. Sleep! Sleep! Beauty Bright
    William Blake
  17. 17. Sleep Now, O Sleep Now
    James Joyce
  18. 18. I Sleep A Lot
    Czeslaw Milosz
  19. 19. The Pains Of Sleep
    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
  20. 20. Sleep Peacefully
    Alfonsina Storni
  21. 21. Death And His Brother Sleep (‘morphine’)
    Heinrich Heine
  22. 22. Jerusalem: I See The Four-Fold Man, The ..
    William Blake
  23. 23. Tears In Sleep
    Louise Bogan
  24. 24. Sleep
    Rabindranath Tagore
  25. 25. Come Sleep, O Sleep! The Certain Knot Of..
    Sir Philip Sidney
  26. 26. Love And Sleep
    Algernon Charles Swinburne
  27. 27. Sleep, Darling
    Sappho
  28. 28. Sleep Spaces
    Robert Desnos
  29. 29. ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ..
    Dónall Dempsey
  30. 30. My Sister's Sleep
    Dante Gabriel Rossetti
  31. 31. Sleep-Stealer
    Rabindranath Tagore
  32. 32. Only In Sleep"
    Sara Teasdale
  33. 33. Pains Of Sleep, The
    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
  34. 34. Work, Sleep, Work, Sleep, Work
    Mark R Slaughter
  35. 35. Sleep
    Mirabai
  36. 36. He Giveth His Beloved Sleep
    Banjo Paterson
  37. 37. Love And Sleep
    Arthur Symons
  38. 38. Delia Xlv: Care-Charmer Sleep, Son Of Th..
    Samuel Daniel
  39. 39. Not To Sleep
    Robert Graves
  40. 40. Sleep, Sleep, My Sweet One Sleep
    Emmanuel George Cefai
  41. 41. Sleep
    Sir Philip Sidney
  42. 42. While The Fates Sleep
    Lucy Maud Montgomery
  43. 43. Ode To Sleep
    Thomas Warton Jr.
  44. 44. Sleep
    Algernon Charles Swinburne
  45. 45. Sleep Oh Blessed Sleep
    Susan Alldred Lugton
  46. 46. Sleep
    Russell Edson
  47. 47. Bells, Pool And Sleep
    Arthur Seymour John Tessimond
  48. 48. Winter Sleep
    Elinor Morton Wylie
  49. 49. Sonnet Liv: Care-Charmer Sleep
    Samuel Daniel
  50. 50. The Promise Of Sleep
    Amy Levy

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Sleep Poems

  1. A Long, Long Sleep, A Famous Sleep

    A long, long sleep, a famous sleep That makes no show for dawn By strech of limb or stir of lid, -- An independent one. Was ever idleness like this? Within a hut of stone To bask the centuries away Nor once look up for noon?

  2. Before Sleep

    The lateral vibrations caress me, They leap and caress me, They work pathetically in my favour, They seek my financial good. She of the spear stands present. The gods of the underworld attend me, O Annubis, These are they of thy company. With a pathetic solicitude they attend me; Undulant, Their realm is the lateral courses. Light! I am up to follow thee, Pallas. Up and out of their caresses. You were gone up as a rocket, Bending your passages from right to left and from left to right In the flat projection of a spiral. The gods of drugged sleep attend me, Wishing me well; I am up to follow thee, Pallas.

  3. City That Does Not Sleep

    In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody. Nobody is asleep. The creatures of the moon sniff and prowl about their cabins. The living iguanas will come and bite the men who do not dream, and the man who rushes out with his spirit broken will meet on the street corner the unbelievable alligator quiet beneath the tender protest of the stars. Nobody is asleep on earth. Nobody, nobody. Nobody is asleep. In a graveyard far off there is a corpse who has moaned for three years because of a dry countryside on his knee; and that boy they buried this morning cried so much it was necessary to call out the dogs to keep him quiet. Life is not a dream. Careful! Careful! Careful! We fall down the stairs in order to eat the moist earth or we climb to the knife edge of the snow with the voices of the dead dahlias. But forgetfulness does not exist, dreams do not exist; flesh exists. Kisses tie our mouths in a thicket of new veins, and whoever his pain pains will feel that pain forever and whoever is afraid of death will carry it on his shoulders. One day the horses will live in the saloons and the enraged ants will throw themselves on the yellow skies that take refuge in the eyes of cows. Another day we will watch the preserved butterflies rise from the dead and still walking through a country of gray sponges and silent boats we will watch our ring flash and roses spring from our tongue. Careful! Be careful! Be careful! The men who still have marks of the claw and the thunderstorm, and that boy who cries because he has never heard of the invention of the bridge, or that dead man who possesses now only his head and a shoe, we must carry them to the wall where the iguanas and the snakes are waiting, where the bear's teeth are waiting, where the mummified hand of the boy is waiting, and the hair of the camel stands on end with a violent blue shudder. Nobody is sleeping in the sky. Nobody, nobody. Nobody is sleeping. If someone does close his eyes, a whip, boys, a whip! Let there be a landscape of open eyes and bitter wounds on fire. No one is sleeping in this world. No one, no one. I have said it before. No one is sleeping. But if someone grows too much moss on his temples during the night, open the stage trapdoors so he can see in the moonlight the lying goblets, and the poison, and the skull of the theaters.

  4. Variation On The Word Sleep

    I would like to watch you sleeping, which may not happen. I would like to watch you, sleeping. I would like to sleep with you, to enter your sleep as its smooth dark wave slides over my head and walk with you through that lucent wavering forest of bluegreen leaves with its watery sun & three moons towards the cave where you must descend, towards your worst fear I would like to give you the silver branch, the small white flower, the one word that will protect you from the grief at the center of your dream, from the grief at the center I would like to follow you up the long stairway again & become the boat that would row you back carefully, a flame in two cupped hands to where your body lies beside me, and as you enter it as easily as breathing in I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed & that necessary.