Poem

In Midnight Sleep

IN midnight sleep, of many a face of anguish,
Of the look at first of the mortally wounded—of that indescribable look;
Of the dead on their backs, with arms extended wide,
I dream, I dream, I dream.

I thought this poem was eye catching. I think he is a very descriptive writer, and he uses his imagination. Everyone sees things in a different way and this is how he sees sleep. I would have never thought to view/think of it this way until now. I like his view of things and the way he writes.