Death And His Brother Sleep (‘morphine’)

There’s a mirror likeness between those two
shining, youthfully-fledged figures, though
one seems paler than the other and more austere,
I might even say more perfect, more distinguished,
than he, who would take me confidingly in his arms –
how soft then and loving his smile, how blessed his glance!
Then, it might well have been that his wreath
of white poppies gently touched my forehead, at times,
and drove the pain from my mind with its strange scent.
But that is transient. I can only, now, be well,
when the other one, so serious and pale,
the older brother, lowers his dark torch. –
Sleep is so good, Death is better, yet
surely never to have been born is best.

by Heinrich Heine

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This poem appears to be the result of a tug of war between the depression and instinct of survival going on in the sub conscience of the poet due to reasons/ circumstances best known to him.
Death Is But A Measured Sleep death has a meaure appointed death from under covers creeps death in drugs dosages peeps death has a meaure appointed sleep has a meaure appointed in time lost morphine dreams in time lost morphine dreamed sleep in Hypnos seed dreams Thanatos death brother sleep Hypnos beware twin brothers mirror likeness sons of Nyx night and Erobos darkness beware their symbol potent flowers poppies flower's hypnotic opiate scent pharmacologies least needles prick whisper line shrink veins Copyright © Terence George Craddock Inspired by the poem 'Death And His Brither Sleep ('morphine') by the poet Heinrich Heine. Dedicated to the poet Henrich Heine.
'There’s a mirror likeness between those two shining, youthfully-fledged figures, though one seems paler than the other and more austere, ' loved this comparison between death and sleep and the sentiment of 'Sleep is so good, Death is better, yet surely never to have been born is best.' which seems to echo the bitter curd of a life distasteful.
A gift to read this poem on a sleepless night.