The seasonal urge is strong in poets. Milton wrote chiefly in winter. Keats looked for spring to wake him up (as it did in the miraculous months of April and May, 1819). Burns chose autumn. Longfellow liked the month of September. Shelley flourished in the hot months. Some poets, like Wordsworth, have gone outdoors to work. Others, like Auden, keep to the curtained room. Schiller needed the smell of rotten apples about him to make a poem. Tennyson and Walter de la Mare had to smoke. Auden drinks lots of tea, Spender coffee; Hart Crane drank alcohol. Pope, Byron, and William Morris were creative late at night. And so it goes.
Helen BevingtonStichwörter: poetry writing writers night apple poets winter seasons tea april spring alcohol fall morris coffee autumn pope apples burns keats insomnia longfellow tennyson shelley hart-crane may milton september season auden nocturnal wordsworth byron de-la-mare schiller spender
Sooner or later everything you thought you'd left behind comes around again. For good or ill, it comes around again.
Stephen KingStichwörter: insomnia
When the world is itself draped in the mantle of night, the mirror of the mind is like the sky in which thoughts twinkle like stars.
Khushwant SinghStichwörter: night reflection insomnia pensive
He gets into the habit of thinking so passionately at night that he begins to be persecuted by insomnia.
Louis de BernièresStichwörter: insomnia
But Mr. Hale resolved that he would not be disturbed by any such nonsensical idea; so he lay awake, determining not to think about it.
Elizabeth GaskellStichwörter: thinking insomnia
I'm so exhausted and yet I feel like I'll never sleep again.
Maya BanksStichwörter: sleep insomnia exhaustion
Lord, grant us rest tonight, and if we must be wakeful, cheerful.
Robert BoltIn living this way, we discover new opportunities for comfort and enjoyment. Where the younger person may have tossed and turned throughout a sleepless night, the older man or woman can possibly feel the pleasure that comes from lying on a good mattress, resting one's weary bones and overcharged intellect, whether or not one sleeps throughout the hours of darkness.
Irving SingerStichwörter: nature spirit harmony insomnia overcharged-intellect
Words become sentences, twisted, difficult/The story weaves itself, always noisiest at night/As herds of words won't stop. . . "
Wildebeest of Words/Breathe In
Stichwörter: writing moving-on process insomnia
A man who, night after night, falls like a lump of lead upon his bed, and ceases to live until the moment when he wakes and rises, will such a man ever dream of making, I do not say great discoveries, but even minute observations upon sleep? He barely knows that he does sleep. A little insomnia is not without its value in making us appreciate sleep, in throwing a ray of light upon that darkness. A memory without fault is not a very powerful incentive to studying the phenomena of memory.
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