Tuesday, 28 July 2015

When They Sleep


Thank you to one of my regular readers Janet for suggesting this poem. Beautiful and true.

When They Sleep - Rolf Jacobsen

All people are children when they sleep.
There’s no war in them then.
They open their hands and breathe
in that quiet rhythm heaven has given them.

They pucker their lips like small children
and open their hands halfway,
soldiers and statesmen, servants and masters.
The stars stand guard
and a haze veils the sky,
a few hours when no one will do anybody harm.

If only we could speak to one another then
when our hearts are half-open flowers.
Words like golden bees
would drift in.
— God, teach me the language of sleep.

1 comment:

  1. Read this a few days ago elsewhere - glad to see it here for you all to appreciate its beauty.


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