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Grace

 

As one who, reading late into the night,

When overcome by sleep, turns off the light

And yields whatever he can sense by sight

 

To what the gates of ivory or of horn

Will send him, sightless as a child unborn,

To goad, amuse, remind, reveal or warn,

 

So may I turn a light off and embrace

With resignation, better still with grace,

The dreamless sleep that all awake must face.

 

David Berman

 

 

David Berman.  Reprinted by permission of the
author.

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