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Before sleep.(New poems)(Poem)

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| September 01, 2005 | Davis, Dick | COPYRIGHT 2005 Foundation for Cultural Review. This material is published under license from the publisher through the Gale Group, Farmington Hills, Michigan.  All inquiries regarding rights should be directed to the Gale Group. (Hide copyright information)Copyright
 
Before sleep 
 
   Let me not lie here, mulling the day's anger, 
   Rehearsing, if there have been such, its tears; 
   Let no bitterness beckon, envy linger; 
   Save me from Circe's, Medusa's, cruel stares. 
 
   Let me slip to Sleep's Kingdom unencumbered 
   By guilt I don't need, by guards who would ask me 
 ...
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