Sleep

June 26th, 2006

Do you give yourself to me utterly,
Body and no-body, flesh and no-flesh,
Not as a fugitive, blindly or bitterly,
But as a child might, with no other wish?
Yes, utterly.

Then shall I bear you down my estuary,
Carry you and ferry you to burial mysteriously,
Take you and receive you,
Consume you, engulf you,
In the huge cave, my belly, lave you
With huger waves continually.

And you shall cling and clamber there
And slumber there, in that dumb chamber,
Beat with my blood’s beat, hear my heart move
Blindly in bones that ride above you,
Delve in my flesh, dissolved and bedded,
Through viewless valves embodied so?

Till daylight, the expulsion and awakening,
The riving and driving forth,
Life with remorseless forceps beckoning?
Pangs and betrayal of harsh birth.

- Kenneth Slessor

This is one of the poems I found in the suitcase. It’s so beautiful that every time I read it it feels like the wind is physically knocked out of me.

I’m off to bed to give myself utterly. Hopefully.


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