Staring into the Soundless Dark: On the Trouble Lurking in Poets’ Bedrooms

By ANDREW KAY

staring-into-the-soundless-darkByron ate egg yolks; Whitman paced for miles and miles; Plath swallowed one pill after another: Why are poets so weird about sleep?…

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