Alfonsina Storni Poems
- I Am Going To Sleep Teeth of flowers, hairnet of dew, hands ...
- Sweet Torture My melancholy was gold dust in your hands; On ...
- Lighthouse In The Night The sky a black sphere, the sea a ...
- Little Little Man Little little man, little little man, set ...
- They'Ve Come Today my mother and sisters came to see ...
- Sleep Peacefully You said the word that enamors My hearing. ...
- A Eros (To Eros) HE AQUI que te cacé por el pescuezo a la ...
Storni was born in Sala Capriasca, Switzerland to an Argentine beer industrialist living in Switzerland for a few years. There, Storni learned to speak Italian. Following the failure of the family business, they opened a tavern in the city of Rosario, Argentina, where Storni worked at a variety of chores.
In 1907, she joined a traveling theatre company which took her around the country. With them she performed in Henrik Ibsen's Spectres, Benito Pérez Galdós's La loca de la casa, and Florencio Sánchez's Los muertos.
Back in Rosario she finished her studies as a rural primary teacher, and also started working for Mundo Rosarino and Monos y Monadas local magazines, as well... more »
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I Am Going To Sleep
Teeth of flowers, hairnet of dew,
hands of herbs, you, perfect wet nurse,
prepare the earthly sheets for me
and the down quilt of weeded moss.
I am going to sleep, my nurse, put me to bed.
Set a lamp at my headboard;
a constellation; whatever you like;
all are good: lower it a bit.
Leave me alone: you hear the buds breaking through . . .
a celestial foot rocks you from above
and a bird traces a pattern for you
so you'll forget . . . Thank you. Oh, one request:
if he telephones again
tell him not to keep trying for I have left . . .