https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/category-1319-sleeping en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Tue, 09 Jun 2026 09:23:29 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8612-veil-of-wind-and-other-garments https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8612-veil-of-wind-and-other-garments   It was too late for sleeping~ the night dressed in cold leaves shook loose the reins of wind from my hand, we flew green shadows through a loom of trees, the moon, a stalk of silver wove white hooves, in fields of stars collapsing in dawn's arms, But we, beyond the branches of all reckless heaven's reach, fed our wingless hearts to echoes of vast beauty's endless doom.   Celticlion Loom Thu, 15 May 2008 11:04:36 GMT /section-579-loom#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8612 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8612 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8612 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8420-instrumental-elements https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8420-instrumental-elements   Night closes her black box but little birds spill out, scattered shadows throwing morning voices wing to tree, cloud to wing.   Fluid blue belly in earth's churning throat; opens song; petal, leaf and eye, sleeping past thirst for light.   Dawn drags birth in skies her slow strength feeds small mouths milky white.   Flooding up come locust tongues to muscle sun wrestling life, each salty flame's drop swallowed touch, day's basking strings sung down singed silver's coming night. Celticlion Poetry Thu, 01 May 2008 15:47:28 GMT /section-566-poetry#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8420 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8420 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8420