Poems

Chapter 58: SONG BY THE WINDOW BEFORE BED

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A lyrical collection of short poems grouped by creative periods, ranging from intimate sketches of domestic and childhood moments to meditations on nature, the sea, love, loss, and memory. Many pieces blend concise, imagistic language with prose-like rhythms, alternating playful child verses and delicate elegies, and often evoke sensory detail—light, wind, flowers, and seaside landscapes—to explore fleeting moods and inward reflection. Several poems record quiet domestic scenes and grieving recollections, while others experiment with voice and form, producing both whimsical and mournful tones. The result is an intimate, varied sequence that emphasizes emotion, perception, and the small gestures that shape inner life.

SONG BY THE WINDOW BEFORE BED

Little Star, little Star,
Come down quick.
The Moon is a bogey-man;
He’ll eat you certain if he can.
Little Star, little Star,
Come down quick!

Little Star, little Star,
Whisper “Yes.”
The trees are just niggers all,
They look so black, they are so tall.
Little Star, little Star,
Whisper “Yes.”

Little Star, little Star,
Gone—all gone.
The bogey-man swallowed you,
The nigger trees are laughing too.
Little Star, little Star,
Gone—all gone.