This song makes me think of the bouts of depression that I have had to deal with in my life. There would be days that I felt so terrible, I was legitimately upset with people when they would wake me up from sleeping. Sleep was such a beautiful, perfect thing, and then someone would shake me to wake me up, smiling and laughing, saying something like, "Wake up, sleepyhead!"
Looking back it's almost sort of funny, but back then, I was enraged that people would act so happy about taking me out of the only good part of the day and bringing me back into dark reality.
Reminds me of a sonnet by Milton. Milton was blind and his first wife died while they were still married: he wrote this about a dream he once had when sleeping in which he briefly caught a glimpse of her face, before being dragged back to 'day', which for him meant seeing nothing at all.
Reminds me of a sonnet by Milton. Milton was blind and his first wife died while they were still married: he wrote this about a dream he once had when sleeping in which he briefly caught a glimpse of her face, before being dragged back to 'day', which for him meant seeing nothing at all.
'But O as to embrace me she enclin'd,
I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night.'
'But O as to embrace me she enclin'd,
I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night.'
This song makes me think of the bouts of depression that I have had to deal with in my life. There would be days that I felt so terrible, I was legitimately upset with people when they would wake me up from sleeping. Sleep was such a beautiful, perfect thing, and then someone would shake me to wake me up, smiling and laughing, saying something like, "Wake up, sleepyhead!"
Looking back it's almost sort of funny, but back then, I was enraged that people would act so happy about taking me out of the only good part of the day and bringing me back into dark reality.
Reminds me of a sonnet by Milton. Milton was blind and his first wife died while they were still married: he wrote this about a dream he once had when sleeping in which he briefly caught a glimpse of her face, before being dragged back to 'day', which for him meant seeing nothing at all.
Reminds me of a sonnet by Milton. Milton was blind and his first wife died while they were still married: he wrote this about a dream he once had when sleeping in which he briefly caught a glimpse of her face, before being dragged back to 'day', which for him meant seeing nothing at all.
'But O as to embrace me she enclin'd, I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night.'
'But O as to embrace me she enclin'd, I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night.'
http://www.dartmouth.edu/~milton/reading_room/sonnets/sonnet_23/index.shtml
http://www.dartmouth.edu/~milton/reading_room/sonnets/sonnet_23/index.shtml