image: The brother of Moussa Saloom, the deputy head of the education college at Baghdad’s Al-Mustansiriya University, grieves over his coffin at his funeral in Baghdad, Iraq Thursday, May 26, 2005. (AP Photo/Hadi Mizban)
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image and poem below the fold
Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night (Delia LIV)
by Samuel Daniel
Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night,
Brother to death, in silent darkness born:
Relieve my languish, and restore the light,
With dark forgetting of my cares’ return
And let the day be time enough to mourn,
The shipwrack of my ill-adventur’d youth:
Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn,
Without the torment of the night’s untruth.
Cease Dreams, th’imagery of our day desires,
To model forth the passions of the morrow:
Never let the rising Sun approve you liars,
To add more grief to aggravate my sorrow.
Still let me sleep, embracing clouds in vain;
And never wake, to feel the day’s disdain.
caption, continued: Saloom and a translator working for the American military were killed when gunmen in a speeding car fired automatic weapons at a group of people driving to work in Baghdad’s southern Risala neighborhood, killing four people, according to a police official, in Baghdad, Iraq Thursday, May 26, 2005.
RubDMC — you and your wonderful, beautiful series is here too!!
The more discover about this place, the fewer and fewer reasons I have to go back to dkos!!
I would love to know more about the poets that you choose (especially this one — off to google with me, I know!!) — how do you choose the poetry??
Thank you, as always for this. and I am SO glad you’re here!!
pure happenstance – no other way to explain it. I’m not trying to be flip. Sometimes it’s easy, sometimes not. Sometimes it’s a literal connection between the poem and the image, many times less so.
I was never into poetry before I started doing this. Now I can tell you all the best poetry sites on the web ;^)
Thanks for reading and commenting.
Glad to see you here. Somehow it makes me feel home.