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 . . .
Little Little Man
Little little man, little little man,
set free your canary that wants to fly.
I am that canary, little little man,
leave me to fly.
I was in your cage, little little man,
little little man who gave me my cage.
I say "little little" because you don't understand me
Nor will you understand.