subject: sleep. Poets: Philippe Desportes , Victor Hugo, Leconte de Lisle , Arthur Rimbaud . Magazine: "Most Brain & Psychology 2, Sleep and its disorders . Backwards and read between the lines to form a whole: Inspired by "The bottom Brain & Psychology No. 2, Sleep and its disorders "I present to you ... poems about sleep. No one will make you yawn, none will nod ... Instead, each poem will keep your mind alert.
Monday, May 31, 2010 this. May fled tailgating June
That's crazy relay race time, a month chasing another
as day hunts at night, and night, day.
the way, tell me, Frere Jacques ... do you sleep the sleep of the just, sleep peaceful and deep? Friends, readers, the Sandman sprinkles Does your nights sleep a peaceful and refreshing and tiring or stirred? And that we move 1 / 3 of our life with eyes closed, in a physiological slowed, while the Queen of the house stirs the heart of dreaming *. Dreams, nightmares, insomnia, hypersomnia ... But who or what is chairing this vital ritual ...?
Who? is Morpheus, the son of Hypnos. The winged god walks the earth and affects a mortal flower poppy to sleep. Unless this is Hypnos himself, brother Twin Death. Through his short, elegant wings attached to his temples, he quickly flew to the rescue of mortals who want to sleep. I confess that I have a preference for Morpheus ... just in case send me his twin brother Hypnos.
What? is the brain. In the absence of winged god, we have some brain structures, the thalamus and the hypothalamus that secrete hormones, and the president wake cycle - sleep-dream. And the biological clock? "Serotonin also plays an important role in sleep because it serves to manufacture melatonin. Melatonin, which is produced during the night, plays a fundamental role in the regulation of biological clock. She is responsible for the entire sleep-wake cycle, while serotonin is involved more specifically to the awakening, initiation of sleep and the REM sleep. "(1)
Summary from "The bulk Brain & Psychology 2, Sleep and its disorders"
- Sleep: a societal issue
- Yawning behavior: Universal
- Keys sleep
- Sleep and Sleep: a dynamic equilibrium
- Sleep to remember
- Feeding behavior and sleep
- Caffeine and vigilance
- The Key of Dreams
- In the labyrinth of nightmares An unusually restless sleep
- A tiring sleep insomnia
- A plural
- Sleepwalking
- The restless legs syndrome
- Struck by sleep: insomnia and hypersomnia
- psychiatric disorders
- To stop counting sheep
The poems of Philippe Desportes, Victor Hugo, Leconte de Lisle, Arthur Rimbaud.
- Sleep, son of the quiet loner
- Night is the night dark night, dozing and deep sleep
- The outburst
- The sleeper Val
- Please sleep
Sleep, son of the quiet loner
Night Sleep, son of the quiet night alone, Father
quiet feeder of all animals,
Enchanting graceful, sweet forgetting our woes, And
wounded spirits unit salutary :
God in favor of all, why you are to me otherwise?
Why am I charged only works, however
wet night that guides his black horse,
And everyone enjoys using your regular?
Your silence where is he? your rest and your peace,
And these dreams flying like a thick cloud, Who
waves of Oblivion are washing our thoughts?
O brother of Death, that thou art enemy!
I invoke for help, but you're asleep, And
j'ards, always taking care, into your icy horrors.
Philippe Desportes (1546-1606)
That night, the dark night, dozing and deep
That night, the dark, hushed and deep. The huge shadow
expands its wings over the world.
In your palace kept happy by the barrel,
In your beds of velvet, damask, of lawn,
Under your warm coverlets of sables,
Under the cloud of soft white muslin,
Behind your curtains which hide under their folds
All pleasures with all the oversights,
To the sound of a band in love and distant
As a pilot, trembling, hardly dares
Informing the purple ceiling and lights,
You, Duke of St. Arnaud, you, Count de Maupas,
you, senators, governors, generals, judges, princes,
You, Caesar, to love your knees provinces
Thou REVAS empire and producer
Sleep, masters ... - This is the day. Arise, convicts!
Victor Hugo (1802-1885)
That night, the dark, hushed and deep. The huge shadow
expands its wings over the world.
In your palace kept happy by the barrel,
In your beds of velvet, damask, of lawn,
Under your warm coverlets of sables,
Under the cloud of soft white muslin,
Behind your curtains which hide under their folds
All pleasures with all the oversights,
To the sound of a band in love and distant
As a pilot, trembling, hardly dares
Informing the purple ceiling and lights,
You, Duke of St. Arnaud, you, Count de Maupas,
you, senators, governors, generals, judges, princes,
You, Caesar, to love your knees provinces
Thou REVAS empire and producer
Sleep, masters ... - This is the day. Arise, convicts!
Victor Hugo (1802-1885)
's sleep Leilah
Neither wing noises or sounds of running water, no murmurs;
Ash sun swimming on the grass in flower And his beak
stealth Bengali Plover
Drinks like a golden blood, the juice of ripe mangoes.
In the orchard royal, red blackberries,
Under the clear sky that burns and has more color,
Leilah, languid and pink heat
Ends eyes with long lashes in the shade of branches. His
crowned with ruby press her lovely arm;
Amber from her bare foot gently colored beaded
The lattice of narrow slipper.
She laughs and sleeps and dreams of the beloved,
As a fruit of purple, glowing and scented
Who refreshes the heart by altering the mouth.
Charles-Marie Leconte de Lisle (1818-1894)
The Dungeness Valley
is a green hollow where a river sings,
Madly catching on the grasses rags
Argent; where the sun, the mountains proud
shines: it's a little valley bubbling with light.
A young soldier, mouth open, head bare, And
neck bathed in cool blue watercress, Sleeps
and is lying in the grass under the sky,
Pale in his green bed where the light rains.
feet in the flags, he sleeps. Smiling as
smiled a sick child, he takes a nap:
Nature, rock him warmly: he is cold.
fragrances are not his nostrils quiver;
He sleeps in the sun, his hand on his chest, Tranquil
. He has two red holes in his right side.
Arthur Rimbaud (1854-1891)
sleep
Somme, sweet rest of us.
Loved by men and gods,
Son of the Night and Silence,
Who can untie the spirits, do
Who cares forget
asleep all violence.
Approach, O Sleep desired! Las
! is too long remained:
night is half gone,
And I'm still waiting
Whether you chase the care biting
unwelcome guest in my mind.
! is too long remained:
night is half gone,
And I'm still waiting
Whether you chase the care biting
unwelcome guest in my mind.
Clos me, make me sleep,
I wait on my pillow,
Where I want the head down:
I'm in my bed without moving, To better your sweetness
receive
Gentle whose sentence is embedded.
Haste thee, Sleep, come:
But who can you keep both?
Nothing in this place do you delay, the dog barks
around here,
The rooster does not announce the date,
goose is heard screaming point.
But who can you keep both?
Nothing in this place do you delay, the dog barks
around here,
The rooster does not announce the date,
goose is heard screaming point.
A soft-flowing rill
A broken back is going to stock
Who invites you to its whispers,
And the dark of night,
Moist, without heat or noise,
Clean rest of the nature. Each
off me only
Sent ore some relief
For the sweet charms of your effort:
All animals Have worked
eyes closed and ciliates,
Sent ore some relief
For the sweet charms of your effort:
All animals Have worked
eyes closed and ciliates,
Only mine are open to tears.
If you can, as you wish,
fill a man of pleasure
At the height of extreme sadness,
To show what is your power,
Let me have some fun
During the pain that oppresses me.
If you can represent us
Well we can satisfy,
Separated long distance sum
O gentle and graceful! Represents
still in my eyes I cry The one absence.
Well we can satisfy,
Separated long distance sum
O gentle and graceful! Represents
still in my eyes I cry The one absence.
Let me see these still Suns
This reading these buttons and crimson,
This port is full of majesty holy
j'entr'oie That still these words,
Who held my heart at rest, Ravi
of wonder and awe.
The good of the show every day
past was the relief of my nights, so too happy;
Now that I'm missing,
Give me a pleasant dream
So amorous delights.
past was the relief of my nights, so too happy;
Now that I'm missing,
Give me a pleasant dream
So amorous delights.
If all dreams are nothing
's all one, they please me well: I
such deception.
Hasten, then, for my comfort;
It tells you the brother of Death, Thou shalt
father in my life.
But, alas! I'll go appellant
While flying at night
Done up to the rosy dawn:
O Love! tyrant of my heart, You're the only one who
by your severity
prevent me from sleeping.
While flying at night
Done up to the rosy dawn:
O Love! tyrant of my heart, You're the only one who
by your severity
prevent me from sleeping.
Hey! How strange cruelty!
I gave you my freedom,
My heart, my life and my light,
And you do not just give me
relief for poor
A whole night?
Philippe Desportes (1546-1606)
Good day! Thank you for reading.
Tonight, and every other night, sweet dreams ...
___ Tonight, and every other night, sweet dreams ...
* Psst! The day is divided into thirds: 1 / 3 of sleep, 1 / 3 of work, 1 / 3 of ... but what about, exactly, the other third, who slips through our fingers?
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