Alfonsina Storni Poems
|5.||What Would They Say?||5/29/2014|
|7.||Tu Me Quieres Blanca||4/1/2010|
|8.||A Madona Poesia (To My Lady Of Poetry)||4/1/2010|
|10.||A Eros (To Eros)||4/1/2010|
|14.||Lighthouse In The Night||1/1/2004|
|15.||Little Little Man||1/1/2004|
|16.||I Am Going To Sleep||1/1/2004|
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 . . .
You said the word that enamors
My hearing. You already forgot. Good.
Sleep peacefully. Your face should
Be serene and beautiful at all hours.
When the seductive mouth enchants
It should be fresh, your speech pleasant;
For your office as lover it's not good
That many tears come from your face.