Alfonsina Storni Poems
|4.||What Would They Say?||5/29/2014|
|7.||Tu Me Quieres Blanca||4/1/2010|
|9.||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 . . .
Lighthouse In The Night
The sky a black sphere,
the sea a black disk.
The lighthouse opens
its solar fan on the coast.
Spinning endlessly at night,
whom is it searching for
when the mortal heart
looks for me in the chest?
Look at the black rock
where it is nailed down.
A crow digs endlessly
but no longer bleeds.