Breathe The Night Poem by Reva Kern

Breathe the night,
Rouse its serene spaces
The slight noises
of its creatures
Are betrayed
By the delicate rustling of the woods -

Renew the night
Some concealed seed
In the ferocious mines that we keep -
With the lethal milk
Feeding us a life that is prolonged
Beyond all morning
To wake up
on the edges of the world -

The night that breathes
our slow breath of defeat
Preserves and protects us
For higher destinies

This is a translation of RESPIRA LA NOCHE by Álvaro Mutis