Tears In Sleep in  General   

All night the cocks crew, under a moon like day,
And I, in the cage of sleep, on a stranger's breast,
Shed tears, like a task not to be put away---
In the false light, false grief in my happy bed,
A labor of tears, set against joy's undoing.
I would not wake at your word, I had tears to say.
I clung to the bars of the dream and they were said,
And pain's derisive hand had given me rest
From the night giving off flames, and the dark renewing.

By Louise Bogan

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Other poems by Louise Bogan:

• A Tale
• Betrothed
• Chanson Un Peu Naïve
• Epitaph For A Romantic Woman
• Knowledge
• Last Hill In A Vista
• Man Alone
• Medusa
• Men Loved Wholly Beyond Wisdom
• Portrait
• Roman Fountain
• Solitary Observation Brought Back From A Sojourn I
• Song For The Last Act
• Sonnet
• Tears In Sleep
• The Alchemist
• The Crossed Apple
• The Dream
• The Frightened Man
• Women
• Words For Departure