Insomnia
Elliott Carter, Elizabeth Bishop
The moon in the bureau mirror
Looks out a million miles
(and perhaps with pride, at herself
But she never, never smiles)
Far and away beyond sleep, or
Perhaps she's a daytime sleeper
By the Universe deserted
She’d tell it to go to hell
And she'd find a body of water
Or a mirror, on which to dwell
So wrap up care in a cobweb
And drop it down the well
Into that world inverted
Where left is always right
Where the shadows are really the body
Where we stay awake all night
Where the heavens are shallow as the sea
Is now deep, and you love me