Ode to Sleep
Think of your life without it.
Without that slab of outlaw time punctuating every
pillow—without pillows.
Without the big black kitchen and the boiling stove where
you
snatch morsels
of your own father’s legs and arms
only to see them form into a sentence
which—you weep with sudden joy—will save
you
if you can remember it
later!
— Anne Carson
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